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"Their betrayal was the storm that tore me apart; now I am the tempest that will drown them." ~Araneae Ruber
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The evening before Ulric came to Luella
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THE LATE afternoon sun dapple at the knight's courtyard. It was a peaceful atmosphere that was only broken by the distant chat of the servants.
Albert sat on a low stone wall, sharpening his sword with slow deliberate strokes. He was completely lost in thoughts as he had gotten a message that his sister was ill and needed medication.
'Should I ask the lady for a salary advance?' He thought.
He had footsteps come close to him, forcing him to lift his head. "Tedric"
"Hello, Albert. The captain has asked us to check the perimeter for the night, before the night shift starts."
