Flint Ironwood, knocked down.
Flint fell to the ground with a loud ,,Ouff!" Down there, he wobbled his head for a bit, trying to shake out the dizzyness. ,,What, who........Telina?"
Once the Breton had recognized the woman, he jumped back onto his feet and brushed the dirt from his clothes. ,,Guess you're out here as well? Must be the time of the year or something that makes everyone go here. Nice to see ya. Looks like time hasn't been as nasty to you as it has been to me." He quipped with a small grin. ,,Look at me. I'm old, and it feels great!" He shouted, arms spread wide, completely forgetting about the danger he'd been complaining about just a moment earlier.
His face fell when he remembered. ,,Ah crap, I just loudly gave away our position to any baddie lurking about. Is the job of village idiot still open?" He grumbled, drawing his blades. ,,Speaking about baddies, why were you in such a hurry, lady Delvanni?"
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Fabulous hairneedle attack! I'm gonna be bald before I hit twenty.
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