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[b]Konrad saddles up his horse Nightshade and prepares to head for the frontier[/b]
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[b][i]Garan sees you, and walks over.[/i][/b] "Mind if I hitch a ride?"
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[b]He nods[/b] "Sure, got your own horse?"
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"I did, until some asshat stole it from me."
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[b]He nods[/b] "I can see the problem with that" [b]He pats the back of the saddle [/b] " Come on up"
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[b][i]He climbs up, and sits down.[/i][/b] "Thanks."
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[b]He kicks the spurs[/b] "Let's ride!" [b]the horse takes off, though somewhat slower than usual[/b] "Was planning on making camp at around sundown"
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"Sounds good. I can do some hunting."
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[b]they ride for several hours, giving the horse a break every so often. Finally at sundown they dismount and make camp [/b]
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[b][i]Garan goes out, then comes back with some food.[/i][/b]
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[b]by the time he gets back, Konrad has started up a decent sized fire and gotten a couple of beef rolls set out[/b] "Whatcha got there?"
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"Some rabbit and venison. It's all about where you look."
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[b]He nods looking pleased[/b] "Tasty, the spits all yours"
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[b][i]He starts cooking it.[/i][/b] "So, what's your story?"
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[b]He leans his head against his saddle, which he removed from his horse [/b] "Used to be a lowly farmer, but some bandits robbed our farm and killed my family. I was only 17 at the time. I took my father's revolver, this piece right here " [b]He draws an ornate revolver from his belt and tosses it to you[/b] "Found the bandits and killed em like the dogs they were... I took their weapons and since then have mastered the 'way of the gun' as I've called it"
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"This is a nice firearm. May I test it?" He says, spinning it. He seems to have some skill with revolvers.
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[b]He reaches back grabbing an empty beer bottle and throws it up[/b]
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[b][i]He fires off a few shots, only one missing.[/i][/b] "It's nice. Good craftsmanship."
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"Good shot" [b]He takes the revolver back and holsters it[/b]
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"Well, you told your tale. I guess I should tell mine. My parents were killed by bandits, and I was left alone, wandering. I was 6 then. A group of natives brought me in, and I lived with them for 18 years, learning their ways. I then left, looking for my parents killers. Little did I know the man who had brought me in had hired someone to kill them, so I killed the man in a honourable duel. Now, I'm without family again, wandering."
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[b]He nods[/b] "A sad tale at best friend"
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"Well, as another wanderer once said after about 5 whiskys and 3 beers, life's a bitch, and so is karma."
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"I'll drink to that!" [b]He pulls out a flask, takes a swig and tosses it to you[/b] [spoiler]check the frontier page[/spoiler]
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"As will I." He says, taking a swig and passing it back.
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[b]He stashes it back in his saddle[/b] "Well it's getting late"
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"Agreed. You want first watch, cause I'm willing to take it."
