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. The man looked ready to faint, but managed to
sputter out a greeting. The knight removed his helmet and
returned the greeting.
The three elders seemed a bit disappointed in his
youthful appearance. Torbin was clean-shaven and rather
handsome, though his nose hooked slightly. His eyes were a
bright blue, which seemed to accentuate his lack of
experience. His brown hair contrasted greatly with the
blond locks that dominated in this village. The tax collector,
a weed of a man who stared down his prominent nose at
everyone, sniffed at the newcomer with open disdain. The
others shushed him.
"My name is Torbin. I am merely seeking a place to stay
for a night before I continue my journey." He had decided
to play it dumb for the time being, the better to check the
accuracy of his own information.
The mayor, a plump, bald man with the unlikely name of
Hallard Boarbreaker, looked even more distressed. "Then
you have not come to save us from the minotaurs?"
The knight stiffened. "Minotaurs? I vaguely remember
hearing that the islands of the great man-beasts were said to
be somewhere near here, out beyond the Blood Sea of Istar,
correct?" He waited for them to nod. "I know nothing about
your plight
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