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Re: The Cleansing
Decidng he had waitied long enough around the throne room, Volthar turns to walk away withut much in the way of words. His steps making their across the ornate floor lightly, nodding at the gaurds at the rooms entrance as he passes ignoring their odd glances at the sight of a brownie perched on his shoulder.
"Well its got to be around here somewhere, since there is the armoury so they normally are placed close togethor"
Looking around the hall trying to get some of his bearings, finding out instead that all the corridors inside a castle had a tendacy to look alike in both decorations and layout. Compared to the throne room they painted a drab image, the hanging iron brazirs casting dark shadows that danced to the flames rythem.
Finding himself admiring its natural movment for a breif second, before continuing on his search.
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