<div class="quoteheader"><div class="topslice_quote"><a href="https://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=90902.msg3998853#msg3998853">Quote from: ff on 10-12-2010, 23:50:30</a></div></div><blockquote class="bbc_standard_quote">The tall man with the Tymoran smile nodded his head, "Oh? Capital; for I am afraid that those sorts of skills might just be called for. But let me speak elsewhere," he glanced at the stone wall off which his voice echoed, and gestured while traipsing up the east hallway, through doors whence it spilled into the arcades riding the orchard behind the sanctuary. The fellow spied a stone bench and sat, almost meditatively.</blockquote><div class="quotefooter"><div class="botslice_quote"></div></div><br/>"Hm, might as well." Watching him and where he is looking down at, mostly the hallway and the stone wall. Following him down the hallway easily enough, feeling my gear weigh down after each step and make a nice clink with each step. My metal boots making quite a bit of noise on the bare stone floor, watching him as we both go through a door and into another chamber.<br/><br/>Watching him seat himself, as I just take the while to lean against the wall, arms crossed over my breastplate, watching him like a hawk watching its prey. Both my shield and longsword on my back, the hilt of my sword over my left shoulder for a easy pull.