High Shieldmarshal Armand Meneley

Thé Colonél - Master at Arms's page

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"F$*% off pansy boy. I'm busy." The Colonel snorts before stomping off up the beach to bark orders at one of the deckhands struggling with a rowboat that seems to be stuck on the shore.


This pig nosed fairy prick thinks he can tell me what to do.

The Colonel stands impassively, arms folded across his chest as he watches deck hands trapse back and forth from the rowboats and inland.


"Mornin sunshine." The Colonel says gruffly, and more than a little sarcastically as the wee little man approaches.


"Colonel." He says, then spits the toothpick he was chewing on over the side of the railing, his arms crossed. He reaches into a pocket and grabs a pipe and starts cleaning it out, no longer paying attention to the little lorekeeper.


"Hrmmf"

The stout man looks down at the scrawny thing that just ran into him, his face scrunched up into a scowl.