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"Grandfather was later than usual that evening. Officially, he held the position of assistant caretaker for the cemetary, but he was a very hands-on type of man. wow powerlevel Old, yet built solid, it was no secret he helped with the digging and interring. His arrival was in direct contrast to the wonderful smell of stew coming form the kitchen the rogue had been dreaming about the entire day, his nose wrinkling at the sudden rush of sour earth. The boy arrived with him, earlier than usual, dropping a small bagful of coins next to his father and exchanging some solemn words. wow level Busying himself with packing away today's merchandise, the rogue overheard them speaking of the mills seeking more help; an odd pox had caused several workers to fall ill, and the boy had been compensated for doubling his efforts. Grandfather complained of many ""new arrivals"" and spoke of a special service to come soon to bless the grounds and mourn the recently lost. It seemed Brill had become a new place for final rest, grandfather swearing if he had to expand the grounds again, he would resort to cremation, against tradition or not. When everyone was cleaned and ready, they all gathered round the dinner table in preparation for tonight's feast (the lack of bread for the past few weeks made the rogue frown slightly, but the boy insisted upon it, as working for the mills gave him no appetite for it). eve isk Grandmother excused herself to the cellar just before the blessing, the father dropping his gaze and sighing annoyance. Mother patted his shoulders lightly and offered some reassuring words while they waited, the rogue's stomach complaining embarassingly loud. A hush fell over them as soft footsteps entered the dining room, and when the rogue turned to see, his world became a figure - the most wonderful sight he had ever seen. ""Someone wishes to apologize."", Grandmother spoke softly, leading incarnate beauty to the table. She was petite, this lovely creature, yet by no means frail.

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wow gold The rogue remembered to keep up appearances, giving the new arrival a slight nod and turning back to the table, but kept watch and studied her from the corner of his eye. She had the most beautiful skin; pale as cream, but it suited her, and not a bleamish on it. Beautiful locks of full, light-blonde hair danced and played around her shoulders, springy and slightly curled, partially masking her face with her head drooped penitently. wow powerleveling She wore very a very plain and simple dress, but hers was a figure that could not easily be vieled; a maid of her early twenties by his estimate, he could fondly imagine what lay underneath with that dress hugging the more delicate, swaying parts of her frame. Full, ruby lips...the most blue, sparkling eyes he had ever seen...set in a face that just didn't belong in farmlands. She was so...celestial...sylph-like..." .