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WHO || Eric Carpenter, Fyrel Lear, open if people want to bang into them, just threadjack wherever.
WHAT || Eric meets with his squire
WHERE || Knight's HQ, front steps
WHEN || Sunday evening [backdated]
HOW || Actionspam
[With the impending mission announcement, apparently Eric doesn't see the need to waste any time, and contacted Lear over the phone to meet him out front of the castle around eight o'clock. He actually comes jogging up the marble steps, puffs of frosty air expelling from his mouth as he slows to a halt. It takes him a second to get his wind back - he's obviously been out doing this in the cold for some time, from the color in his cheeks. He holds up a hand as he catches his breath, to signify that he just needs a moment, before taking the last few steps and holding out a hand, saying between huffs:]
Eric Carpenter.