

Marcia Funebre :: Pt2 of 4 The thought nagged at Alvar, insisting that he do something about it immediately. It was going to be somewhat difficult to satisfy though as he wasn't actually awake yet. He resisted it for a while, attempting to stay asleep but it was a futile effort. The longer he tried to put it off the more agitated he felt. Eventually he gave in and sat up slowly. His neck and back ached and his head was sore. It took him a few moments to figure out where he was and when he did Alvar instantly regretted opening his eyes. He was sat, or rather sprawled, in an alleyway against empty wine crates. It explained why noMarcia Funebre :: Pt2 of 4


Marcia Funebre :: Pt1 of 4 Dusk was drawing in over Doracamino bringing an end to Alvar's blissfully uneventful day. He would have to do something about that later but for now the inn was a hive of activity. Every table was full of laughing, teasing clusters of people whether they were eating, gambling, or just talking. The five barmaids were rushed off their feet whilst they weaved and ducked through the thing. It was a complicated dance where they attempted to simulateously serve their customers and evade the gopes and leers of their less well behaved patrons One young woman in particular was the focus of Alvars attentiMarcia Funebre :: Pt1 of 4
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I'm Cooler Than A Snowmans Ass
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The heart is the strongest shield, the sharpest weapon, and the weakest link.
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Your grasp of the obvious is inspiring.
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The heart is the strongest shield, the sharpest weapon, and the weakest link.
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Your grasp of the obvious is inspiring.
having much fund helping *Belldandirah with the next set of costumes as well.
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The heart is the strongest shield, the sharpest weapon, and the weakest link.
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Your grasp of the obvious is inspiring.
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