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Post by Deleted on Mar 13, 2014 15:30:54 GMT -6
Pain sat on his stool on the border of Wildgard and Katan watching all passers by, he had sworn to his master that he would forever watch gates of his lands till his dying breath.
'Stupid wildlings, always trying to kill pain, they spit on him and make him angry. and now pain isn't allowed in the tavern for a drink after his duty is done' he sat there with his sword in its sheath and his shield resting on the ground leaning on the stool.
the sky was bright blue and not a cloud to be seen, it was hot out and his chain shirt did not help but it was the only armor he was given so he did. Just as he turned around to see if anyone was coming from the camp to town someone shoved him off his stool, his face hit the dirt and a man with a black clock stood before him.
"DIRTY LITTLE..." pain yelled as he turned to face his attacker and with a snap of his finger the man had disappeared into the wind. pain sat back down on his stool and wiped his face with his sleeve.
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