Winter 513, 29th day 9th bell 33rd chime.
Kreig had one of those feelings, they seemed to happen on a constant basis now...He honestly wish he knew what he was expecting as he rested upon the training ground's ....grounds.....yes. Moving on it simply seemed that whatever fate threw at him it now seemed to be throwing it incesseantly as if its ran out of ideas and trying to see that whatever it throws at the brawler would be funny ' If fate had a form I'd hit it in the naughty bits
Indeed, it was like an itch on his nose or a shiver down his spine. He knew he should be training, but with this constant itch like feeling he knew his focus would pretty much put a stop to it as quickly as it began. He rested against a target post that has been used far too often. A certain cheese has less holes in it, he just forgot its name else he'd mention it . He knew they were planning it on moving it later so he thought he'd just laze about it against, waiting for this odd feeling to pass.
He lowered his hat over his eyes, trying to block out what rays of Syna's light that broke through the clouds. He didn't quite know what to do with this feeling, he just hoped whatever it indicated might as well get here so they could be done with it. He wouldn't mind if it involved a fight though, maybe against the giant of a knight Ser Titus, he'd a be a delightful fight, he and his warhammer He would also enjoy helping out the younger members of the order in whatever he could, their smiles always warmed his heart.
"Wouldn't mind if it involved food too" He mumbled, yes... a nice meal would indeed do wonders for him now, not the ones provided by the knights of course. Maybe something really light though, like a bit of jerky as large as his thumb, yes.... that sounded nice. Maybe the odd feeling was just that, an odd feeling. Nothing odd or surprising was going to happen, it was just going to be a regular old day.
He hoped.
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Kreig had one of those feelings, they seemed to happen on a constant basis now...He honestly wish he knew what he was expecting as he rested upon the training ground's ....grounds.....yes. Moving on it simply seemed that whatever fate threw at him it now seemed to be throwing it incesseantly as if its ran out of ideas and trying to see that whatever it throws at the brawler would be funny ' If fate had a form I'd hit it in the naughty bits
Indeed, it was like an itch on his nose or a shiver down his spine. He knew he should be training, but with this constant itch like feeling he knew his focus would pretty much put a stop to it as quickly as it began. He rested against a target post that has been used far too often. A certain cheese has less holes in it, he just forgot its name else he'd mention it . He knew they were planning it on moving it later so he thought he'd just laze about it against, waiting for this odd feeling to pass.
He lowered his hat over his eyes, trying to block out what rays of Syna's light that broke through the clouds. He didn't quite know what to do with this feeling, he just hoped whatever it indicated might as well get here so they could be done with it. He wouldn't mind if it involved a fight though, maybe against the giant of a knight Ser Titus, he'd a be a delightful fight, he and his warhammer He would also enjoy helping out the younger members of the order in whatever he could, their smiles always warmed his heart.
"Wouldn't mind if it involved food too" He mumbled, yes... a nice meal would indeed do wonders for him now, not the ones provided by the knights of course. Maybe something really light though, like a bit of jerky as large as his thumb, yes.... that sounded nice. Maybe the odd feeling was just that, an odd feeling. Nothing odd or surprising was going to happen, it was just going to be a regular old day.
He hoped.
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