[Balian, in short, looks a wreck when he comes out of the station. The heavy chain mail and the red and gold tunic he's wearing is clogged with blood, sand and dirt. It's mattered in his hair, built up under his nails and it's plain that he's tired to say the least of it. He doesn't seem inclined to say anything, just fumbles with his device and
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Shit, you look like you got hit by a bus. My sympathies, man. Real sympathies, even, not just fake ones.
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Not a... 'bus'... [God his mouth feels awful.] A shield. I remember it was a shield.
[a couple of shields, it looks like. He turns his head, because no good, can't keep talking like this and he spits up a mouthful of blood.]
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You, uh, dying, or. [No that's kind of obvious, he does look pretty far down the road to death.] Need some help?
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[ This guy looks like he's been through the ringer, and he knows that feeling. ]
There's a few apartments they set us up at when we all show up here. You probably already have a room and everything set up for you.
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Has anyone pointed you in a direction?
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No, not yet.
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Well for starters, you're now the owner of a spacious place - there should be a key on you somewhere. The apartments can't be too far from where you are, granted that you don't wander.
I'm Merlin.
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Alright... [so he starts walking in a direction, hoping it's the right one. He doesn't want to spend hours wandering if he doesn't have too.]
Greetings. [he'll be more talkative, later. Probably.]
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I come from the Battle near Kerak, which is in the Holy Land, that's the last thing I remember. The year is 1149, if that means something.
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Yes, I serve under King Baldwin. [he's a talkative one, too.]
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Sir, might I help you? [Yay Knights. She likes Knights]
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I merely require directions, milady, to shelter.
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