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| Alfred Richards |
Posted: Jun 23 2006, 03:51 PM
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Administrator Group: Admin Posts: 10 Member No.: 1 Joined: 21-June 06 |
Alfred entered his house, he lied on his bed and started thinking about how will this rebellion end. He did not really care because he knew he will profit from selling supplies to both the rebels and the king.
Alfred stood up and looked at the roof, he saw a small crack. He then opened a drawer and looked into a moneybox. Just nine rusty coins were there. In the last few days Alfred started having medical problems, he decided that hee needs an assistant. He looked at his old, rotten door and opened them, they screeched loudly as he went trough them to the tavern. |
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