<span style="color: #00FF00"><span style="font-family: Lucida Calligraphy;"><span style="font-size: 200%; line-height: 116%;"><span style="text-decoration: underline"><div style="text-align: center;">Harold the Archivist</div></span></span></span></span><br/><br/>Harold smiled a bit at the boy's words about the woman despite his dislike of his actions and spoke as a bit of nostalgia entered his eye.<span style="color: #00FF00">"Then perhaps a second date with her? It could do you good to get to know someone. Drop those silly ties to revenge. You worry me so Earl with that sort of thing. I fear that if you pursue you'll not be fulfilled when you reach your goal. Hatred breeds hatred. And vengeance is an empty victory." </span>He said. The old goat never seemed to run out of sayings, or tidbits of wisdom. Perhaps it was his years on the earth, perhaps it was his habit of reading for hours upon hours, but he seemed to have some sort of a solution, or attempted solution for everything.<br/><br/>As he got back to the topic on hand he let the smile fall and took on a more serious look with his dear son.<span style="color: #00FF00">"Well, I do feel this presence has something to do with it. The scary thing is I have a sinking feeling that it's not far beyond the castle walls. It seems I am the most unsettled when we're in our beloved library."</span>Harold lived just outside the gates of the castle with Earl even if he did often fall asleep here in his office inside the castle walls where they now stood.<span style="color: #00FF00">"Dear Earl I fear....I fear war at its most brutal....And I don't think it long off." </span>He said seriously as he settled another chair down next to his own so Earl could sit and eat with him.<br/><br/><a href="//www.creativefreedomrpg.com/memberlist.php?mode=viewprofile&amp;u=110674">@thetruegarsot</a>