#lancerstale

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"A hero of Ireland, are you? You make the second I meet." She smiles somewhat slyly as she approaches him quietly like any Assassin would.

He spun to face the Assassin, his hands tightening around his weapons. She walked with the shadows. An Assassin. No doubt she had a hidden weapon on hand. And she knew that he was an Irish heroic spirit. That didn’t forebode well for him.

“You would be correct” He said taking a step away from her “What pleasure do I owe an Assassin this day?”

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jxkyll

The dark haired servant bounded from roof to roof, the faint sound of his boots hitting the tiles on each house. Landing the servant narrowed his eyes upon spotting a blonde man. He wore odd clothes. He couldn’t think of anyone wandering around wearing rather fancy clothing. 

“He’s probably a magus. If he is he might have a servant” Diarmuid thought to himself, hoping down from the house and peering around the corner to look at the blonde man.

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arthurus

“Saber....it has been a while. What honor do I have of encountering you this fine day?”

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exaudire

“I wouldn’t have expected to see you walking about the town in day light. What if an enemy servant attacked you and caused harm amongst the civilians?”

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( swimming in the ocean) " Oh come ON! It's not even that cold!"

“If you say so!” Diarmuid said, stripping away his green tunic. Grinning he ran towards the edge of the water before jumping. Sure it wasn’t THAT deep but it was enough to cause a bit of a splash in the water. Sinking as much as he could Diarmuid laid back, letting the water engulf him.

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wanderingmercenary

“I haven’t seen you wandering the moors before. What brings you here?”

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“What’s that?” Diarmuid asked, looking up at the stranger