| The snow crunched under his footfalls, the wind whipped his ragged, black and silver cloak about. Again he looked up, to see what lay ahead. Something in the distance caught his eye. "A caravan? Out here?" Well, they might provide some shelter and transportation. He hoped that he had enough gold on hand to pay for it, though.
He arrived just at a rousing rousing roar of "HUzzah!" split the caravan. The mercenary winced, hoping that they wouldn't call down an avalanche. That would've been quite unfortunate. called out to the caravan. "Hail!"
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"My word is my honor. My honor is my life."
-- Demonchild, Angelkin, the Blackest Seraph, the Final Warrior
"Cut down the Gods if they stand in you way."
-- Hagakure |