[RPG] [FE] [Eth] Dyre

[Eric]

/The town square was small and even though the citizens had seen the 
tricks many times they still amazed and delighted them.  The magician 
was stocky and well muscled, with the sadest violet eyes... eyes that 
didn't seem to match the young appearance of the raven haired young man./


/The accusation was thrown, as it usually was that he was in fact a 
SpellCaster... the man that was barely pasted being a boy scoffed at the 
idea and explained how the tricks were done.  The explainations however 
to a worldly person would fall short, plausable only but the results did 
exactly match the explain.  And the eyes... what could explain the 
worldly deep violet eyes, eyes that seemed to span centuries froth with 
pain and sorrow... eyes that have seen saints and sinner and the places 
they roost...

Eyes that.../ 

/Then he looked away, picking up the meager offerings for the show that 
he provided, then set off for the nearest pub.../
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