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[url=https://www.roleplayerguild.com/posts/5598091][h1]Bad Prince Ned[/h1][/url]
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As Ned started down, he gave a glance to his sword, tucked in a corner of the driver's bench, ready to be pulled. He hoped he wasn't going to have to draw it, he'd need someone to help him build his inn. 

"Whoa," he said, drawing back on the reins. His warhorse shot him a nasty look but came to a stop. It eyed the people, as if figuring out who to bite.

"Sorry," Ned said, "I'm surprised to find people here. Are you all just passing through?"