01-08-2015, 01:20 AM
Roland felt his stomach growl when he saw a large platter of stew pass him by and land a few tables over. He turned towards the man. He seemed honest enough. Gruff look about him, most likely not wrapped up in any sorts of politics or had any secret allegiances. At least, he hoped not.
"Love, that force which moves mountains," Roland sighed, trying to keep himself from waxing poetic, "She has removed my obstacles and rearranged them atop my very heart. I had to tear myself, break an oath. The covenant of beauty and love is much stronger than that of the sword. Or so I tell myself."
"Love, that force which moves mountains," Roland sighed, trying to keep himself from waxing poetic, "She has removed my obstacles and rearranged them atop my very heart. I had to tear myself, break an oath. The covenant of beauty and love is much stronger than that of the sword. Or so I tell myself."
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