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Old 04-02-2006, 07:24 AM   #163
Lalwendė
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The broadset man with the thick straw coloured hair had two names, but he was only ever known by one of them, Larswic. This was a nickname he had acquired at a young age, and even though it suggested his being an untrustworthy man, it had its advantages. To go around calling yourself a cheat made people wonder if you really could be one. If a man was to say "I never tell lies" then it might suggest he was lying, but if he said "I'm a liar" then he would appear to be honest. The nickname had never let Larswic down and now nobody but his elderly father could remember his birth name, which Larswic kept to himself, as secret as the bag of gold tucked into his shirt.

He stood scratching his bristly chin as he wondered if this place really could be the Mead Hall of the new Eorl of Middle Emnet. The building looked to be unfinished, and worse, perhaps even in a state of destruction. He heard shouting of women and was surprised not to find a guard or two on duty as was usual in Edoras. He smiled. Disorder was to his liking as it meant easier money to be made, and an Eorl who ran this kind of establishment might also be less careful with his levies. He decided he already liked the new Eorl and would take the time to greet him.

Larswic had not come to Edoras alone and he was not there just to greet his new Lord; that would have been a wasted trip in his mind, especially when there was so much gold to be made in the city, and merriment. He had brought along horses to be traded, both sturdy workhorses that the farmers liked to own, and the fine, temperamental horses such as the nobles liked to ride; breeding horses was just one of the many ways his family made their money. To help with the horses he brought his eldest son and the lad's cousin, both boys of fourteen. This was their first time in Edoras and though they looked about them wide eyed, they knew not to be distracted, to keep quiet and look after the horses as Larswic had ordered. Wultheof, Larswic's son, was almost as big as his father, with the same straw coloured hair; he looked on his father and the horses proudly and was not impressed by the people of Edoras. Leocsley, Larswic's sister-son, was more slightly built, and though also proud, he looked at the city people, especially those with finery, through narrowed eyes.

Larswic dismounted from his own horse, and with a wave of his hand and few words, dismissed the boys to find stables for the horses. He walked to the Mead Hall, noting the faces about him, who he thought looked wise, and who gullible, and smiled as he thought of the sets of Dice and Knucklebones in his pocket.
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