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[center][h2][color=ed1c24]Captain Roderic Thorne.
The Hands of Iron Hideout[/color][/h2][/center]
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It was an uneventful day at the base. Some of the sellswords were in the mine extracting the very little iron that was still around. The sound of clanging of hammers was heard all around the base, the smiths actively forging various weaponry and other useful bits and bolts. Roderic himself was mostly out and about, overseeing the day-to-day activities when one of the gate guards came up to him. [i]"Captain!! Captain!! Someone who claims to be a princess wants to see you."[/i]

Meanwhile at the gate crossbows were raised towards the unknown carriages, the gate closed and the guard very warily looking at the approaching party. While they did not seem to be hostile initially, in this line of work that could all change in the blink of an eye. One of the more experienced members responded to the shout; [i]"And how can we be so sure you are who you say you are?!" [/i]

Slowly but surely Roderic himself made his way towards the gate. Just as he reached it a small hand tried to open the gate; [color=ed1c24][i]"Well princess you are fearless just to open this gate with only a handful of guards aren't you?" [/i][/color] To be honest Thorne wasn't surprised that the current Royal family had sent someone towards his hideout. Unease could be felt throughout the province and as such sellswords such as himself would become a valuable force for many. [color=ed1c24]"So what brings you to my cosy little camp Princess?"[/color]
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