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It had been a long day, Patch thought in his head as he wandered the hallway. He had one more class to get through before it was over. The only problem being that it was his worst class. The one with all the jokesters and jocks who do their best to try and annoys th eteacher to no end. This...

Armand was getting a little drowsy, mostly from his wound. He thought about what could make the feeling go away before stating again, “Can we please begin discussing why were here today. I assure you the tavern will be here by the time we’re finished.” he says.

Armand smiled slightly before letting go of the hand, he acted almost as awkward as she did, he wasn't very used to being social.

Armand looked over at her, he had been in silence for a while, but noticed her effort at trying to communicate. He found it almost...noble. As he sighed he slowly reached out his hand. "My name is Armand. It's a pleasure to meet you." He said, an almost smile appearing on his face.

Armand grumbled at the sound of the flute, but didnt say anything about it, not like he could stop it even if we wanted to. He sat in silence for a while as Lukas showed up. He nodded his head in response to the greeting. "Why does it up like this every single time we meet..."

Armand sat in silence for a while, he understood he probably wasn’t the easiest to strike up a conversation with. He instead went about shining his weapon with a rag. Eventually, his own thoughts became too much to bear, and he decided to break the silence. “So...shall we discuss why were here?”

Armand grumbled a bit, but ultimately accepted the drink, he hadn't had anything to drink all day. He gave a soft thank you, more out of reflex to be polite than anything, before taking a soft sip of it.

(Yea hes missing an eye)

(He may or may not be missing it, but his hair is concealing the scar)

"The reason doesn't matter. Either way, their blood is on my hands..." The Paladin responded, not looking her in the eyes, he seemed to blame himself for what happened that day. He tried to take his mind off of it by tightening the rag around his wound. He kicked over his face guard, which he...

"Last time I 'relaxed' I lost half my platoon at Sindel's Straight..." Armand said, namedropping a location probably not important to the story. He seemed unangered by the hand gesture, he was always the kind to let things like that slide. "So no thank you. Besides, being on my guard has always...

"Maybe so, ''tis a weapon nonetheless." The man retorted, his tone not changing. "Besides, music is meant for victory, and as I see it the battle hasn't yet to begin..." he seems a little on edge, most likely due to his injury, which left him in a slightly weakened state at the moment.

Armand wasn't silent as the others found there way in one by one, his wound would heal, but at the moment jab stung like a hot iron. He was the only one no to enthused by the entrance of Nadia, as his demeanor was strictly that of business at the moment. "I ask that we tone the music down, I can...

A man of a very thin stature arrived shortly after, his armor making up a bulk of his size. The man's greyish blue hair was swept over to conceal one of his eyes. He looked around, analyzing the crowd before he took a few more steps inside. Armand Hellebore, one of the Knights of the throne...

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Lore/The story so far: Over a century ago, the world was divided. The many different races that thrived on Lepthalys believed that they were each the dominant species, and seeked to prove that notion the only way they knew how: war. For decades the world was one giant free for all, until one...

As am I