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First week of Kalendryas, Winter of the War
The ride to the Cencoris' home was short, but lovely. Llanwyn had never spent time in Taralon before other than a quick breeze through many era ago, so he didn't remember much about the city nor did he recognize much of anything. Now, surrounded by twenty-two of his finest Paladins, Llanwyn wished he was here alone so that he could wander through the markets and visit the shops. "Another time," he thought to himself, hopeful to the end.
Now he had arrived just outside the wall that surrounded the home of the Cencoris. With Sir Dimitri and three Paladins of the Faith, they opened the iron gate and walked inside the grounds of Eyvind's estate. "Quaint," said Sir Dimitri to Llanwyn, a smile on the dwarf's face. Llanwyn looked at the dwarf, who was looking ahead and he could see the love in his face for all things simple. Sir Dimitri truly was a humble dwarf. "And beautiful," Llanwyn added. Sir Dimitri nodded in agreement.
One of the Paladins pulled on the rope that rang the bell at the front door, then they took positions around the Archprelate, forming a small circle of protection around their charge. One of them called out to the door in front of them, announcing their arrival, "His Excellency Lord Llanwyn Siannodel for Cencoris Avornmagor."
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