Tales from the Obel KingdomSighing to himself and looking down at the people streaming through the open gates, Fayt wondered if the girl he saw the other day at the tavern would be here, doubt it, he thought. Fayt stood at six foot, he wasn’t skinny, but he wasn’t overweight either, he had an average body build, the left side of his face was scarred from just barely escaping a knife fight when he was younger, his hair hung halfway down his back and was a deep midnight black colour, his eyes were a shade deeper then blood red, and his skin was lightly tanned. Raising a hand up and brushing a stray bit of hair back from his face, he lookedTales from the Obel Kingdom
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Peace & Chicken Grease
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GOT YA!
Welcome to DA!
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'I reject your reality and substitute my own!" Adam Savage.
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