Soulhunter left the great hall, trudging slowly
up the stairs. He felt much older than his 30 years.
As he reached his chambers, he saw his wife dressed
in her leathers and new he had been right in the
meeting; CPT Blackfist was gonna have his hand's full. He
walked up and grabbed her a a huge hug. "I see you know
what's coming. I want you to stay here. Assist in any
defense if you want, but I'll feel better knowing that
you are behind these walls." He let her go slowly,
not wanting to but knowing he had to, and sat on the
bed to take off his boots. As he prepared for his
bath, he took note of the scars he had picked up in
almost 20 years of fighting. "I wonder how many more
I'll add in this campaign," he thought.
He
walked to the bath and slowly slid in, grateful for the
warm water. The next water he would be in would be
neither warm or clean. The thought reminded him that he
had only a few short hours to prepare himself. He
lathered up and rinsed quickly, exiting and toweling off
on his way to his bedchamber. He began laying out
his gear for battle...
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