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The High Warrior
O'Bonn dressed as the sun rose. He dressed lightly, foregoing his heavy plate armor for a light brown shirt, over which he fastened a quilted dublet of black leather. His pants were dark brown silk and wool breeches that he tucked into high black leather boots. He donned a dark green cloak of Elven wool, the hood fastened about his neck with a silvered cord. He sheath of arrows rode a belted harness on his back, and his scimitar buckled into place at his left hip. This was a ranger's outfit, and he knew it would serve him well as traveling clothes across for their journey. O'Bonn slung a pack over his shoulder containing spare clothes and other essentials he would need. This he would place on his horse once outside.
He stepped from his tent as the sun crested the horizon. One of his personal guards bowed and spoke to him. "My lord, the Lady Idrial waits for you at the edge of the camp."
O'Bonn nodded and thanked the Elven warrior. Another warrior brought his horse up, and O'Bonn settled his pack in place behind the saddle. He then took the steed's reigns and led the horse to where Idrial waited.
"Idrial?" O'Bonn asked softly as he neared her. He looked quietly into her eyes. "It is time."
He gazed out towards the distant mountains of their destination. "Shall we?"
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