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It’s short, but Ariella’s gonna have to take over with what Marlowe says next, so… *shrugs*

Here we are:

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He sheathed his sword as he opened the door, smiling as he thought about Dragon. She was a good horse, and served him well in his long trips. He knew she would be relaxing in her stall, probably being fed one too many apples by the stable boy.

Dharin continued down the corridor, noting how the torches on the walls cast odd shadows and light onto the floor and ceiling. He shivered, despite himself, wishing he had brought his cloak. Then he rolled his eyes at himself. He had no way of knowing that he’d end up here, and he wasn’t in the practice of wearing his cloak during dueling practice.

He settled for counting his strides as he went, counting by fives. There was ten, then fifteen, twenty… Before long, he’d passed sixty, still seeing no end to this corridor. Then he heard a noise from behind him. He turned and saw a woman, wearing strange clothing, walking down the corridor towards him. The first thing he noticed was how tall she was, and the way she carried herself. For someone who usually towered over the women he met, Dharin was pleasantly surprised that he was only about six inches taller. She had her hair pulled up on top of her head, and had an air of importance about her. Perhaps she was the head housekeeper or cook. They were generally, in Dharin’s experience, the leader types, with the sharp and slightly judging look that this woman’s expression hinted at.

As she got closer, Dharin decided that being a little extra polite might get him a good meal or an explanation of how the castle was laid out.. He donned a polite smile, and said,

“Good afternoon, mistress. I seem to have lost my way in this place. Would you be kind enough to point me in the direction of the privy?”

She stopped, seeming to scrutinize him. The look reminded him of one his mother used to wear, and Dharin felt the sudden urge to straighten his tunic and make sure his hair wasn’t awry.

“I’m afraid I can’t.”

Dharin knew he had a frustrated expression flit across his face. That was one of the hardest emotions to smooth over. He composed himself and kept the smile intact. “But surely since you work here, you know the layout of the castle?”

Her face remained blank, but Dharin sensed her carefully thinking something over. The silence was just getting uncomfortable when she took in a breath, saying,

[letting Ariella take over!]

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(Btw, I don’t think I ever said exactly how tall Dharin is. He’s about 6’5″)