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An old Hyur woman stood outside her small stand in the marketplace. It was early, yet the place bustled with movement, people cleaning and dusting their merchandise, things tend to sell much better when they aren't completely covered with sand. It too, was her time to get to work, she picked up her wicker broom and began sweeping down her small stand. Some stands in the marketplace were elaborate, some probably owned by more then one person or wealthier merchants; unfortunately, her business did not flourish so well, all she could afford was a run down tent at the very northern edge of the encampment.
As the day grew late the sun became intense, the old woman's brow began to bead sweat, and as she motioned her arm to wipe it she saw a glimpse, a sparkle, of an unusual shine in the dunes to the north. It grew larger as time passed, a figure began to take shape, a Roegadyn suited in full armor. He began to approach her stand, limping, holding his right arm, something was strange about him, he finally got close enough for the old woman to notice the gaping hole in his shoulder plate and the blood running down his arm. In a frantic she screamed to everyone in the marketplace, "Help! Help! The man in the armor he needs help!" A crowd began to form around the giant, people yelling orders at him, telling him to slow down, stop and receive the help. He didn't return any of their plea's, instead he kept walking as if in a trance.
He walked with the crowd following him for some time until he came to a palm with a man sitting underneath it and a water bladder lying next to him. "You there... beneath the palm... may I have a drink from your water pouch?" He said wearily while stumbling a little, "I... seem... to have lost mine..."
((Sorry for the long opening, and sorry if I mess anything up, I haven't done this for a whiiiile >.<;
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As the day grew late the sun became intense, the old woman's brow began to bead sweat, and as she motioned her arm to wipe it she saw a glimpse, a sparkle, of an unusual shine in the dunes to the north. It grew larger as time passed, a figure began to take shape, a Roegadyn suited in full armor. He began to approach her stand, limping, holding his right arm, something was strange about him, he finally got close enough for the old woman to notice the gaping hole in his shoulder plate and the blood running down his arm. In a frantic she screamed to everyone in the marketplace, "Help! Help! The man in the armor he needs help!" A crowd began to form around the giant, people yelling orders at him, telling him to slow down, stop and receive the help. He didn't return any of their plea's, instead he kept walking as if in a trance.
He walked with the crowd following him for some time until he came to a palm with a man sitting underneath it and a water bladder lying next to him. "You there... beneath the palm... may I have a drink from your water pouch?" He said wearily while stumbling a little, "I... seem... to have lost mine..."
((Sorry for the long opening, and sorry if I mess anything up, I haven't done this for a whiiiile >.<;
)
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