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    A shocked look washed over garretts face at the mention of Sir Jacob. He'd spent years trying to forget that name, and yet here it was. Somehow, he'd agreed to help the daughter of the only person to ever believe in him. The young man could barely pay attention to the woman - Rosalind's voice.


    [b]"I must tell you something," he began as hos hands darted around on the ground, preparing a fire. "I knew your father. I used to live in Camelot. I was a stable boy, taking care of the Knights horses." he paused, unsure if he should continue of not.


    The fire began to grow, and the warmth was definitely welcoming. "there, that should do it. Let me know if it starts to die out too much." he prompted her, nodding curtly. His head was swirling with all the information that he had been told in such a short amount of time. "I'm Garrett, by the way."

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    [size=28pt]Rosalind Daza[color=orange]}
    [size=6pt][color=black]Youngest daughter of the Daza family-20[hr][fancypost borderwidth=0px; width:400px][justify][color=black][font=andale mono][size=8] When shock washed over his face it was hard for Rosalind to not be curious. Had he known her father? It was possible but, it would have been quite hard to imagine her father knowing a blind hermit. There was clearly history and now the young lady was itching to know. Instead of having to prod though, he began to give up information willingly.


    Now it was her turn to have a shocked look cross her features. So she had been correct this man had known her father. When he paused however, she frowned deeply. Well that was less than a satisfying explaination and she would have to prod at him after all. Watching him work at the fire she decided to stay quiet for a moment. It was possible that he was just trying to focus all efforts of the fire.


    When the fire was done however she sighed realizing he still hadn't said more. She was a terribly curious thing that would not let go of something until she understood everything about it. Especially in this case when it involved her late father. "It is nice to meet you." She mumbled curtly her voice distant as she was still deep in thought over this. "From your reaction there is more to how you know my father than the fact that you were a stable boy there." She pointed out raising a brow. She didn't want to be too pushy and not get to learn what had happened but, she still had to bring it up.[/fancypost][align=center]
    [size=6pt]★ trek

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    The young man let out a sigh, a distant look on his face. [b]"no you're right, there's more to it. You see, I had always dreamt of becoming a knight. I'd watched the Knights practice together on more than one occasion, and had taught myself a little from what I saw."     The man paused, thinking of what he wanted to say. Another sigh escaped him. "You might have noticed my, ah, shortcoming." he motioned vaguely to his face.


    "well I wasn't always like this. there was a fire in the stable one night. I rushed to save the horses, but... Well, I was injured. Your father didn't give up on me, however. He believed in me when no one else did. He taught me that a Knights strength comes from his heart, not his physical abilities." Garrett stopped for a moment, taking a deep breath. "all my hopes of becoming a knight died with him." his voice was somber, and he bowed his head, looking away from the woman though his milky eyes saw nothing.


    It was getting late, but Garrett did not mind the conversation. It was good to talk to someone after all those years of being alone. And he might as well tell her a bit about himself, considering they were going to be traveling together for the next few days.

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    [size=28pt]Rosalind Daza[color=orange]}
    [size=6pt][color=black]Youngest daughter of the Daza family-20[hr][fancypost borderwidth=0px; width:400px][justify][color=black][font=andale mono][size=8] Rosie listened respectfully letting him take his time to tell it. Biting her lip the young lady's mind drifted to her dad's face as she showed proudly how well she could wield a wooden sword. It was not hard to imagine that her father would have been as supportive to anyone who was a hard enough worker. Her blue eyes watched Garrett in contemplative silence.


    Hearing what had happened to him made her feel both anger and pride at the same time. Anger towards the vile creature who had taken a man who had helped so many and pride in her father. "I had no idea he had been teaching anyone." Rosalind muttered shaking her head in utter shock. It was startling to think her father kept things from her.


    In all honesty however, it was likely her father just never really had a reason to bring up having an apprentice. What happened in Camelot stayed in Camelot. Deep in her thoughts she outstretched her hands to warm them on the fire. "There's only one thing to do than. His death means nothing if Ruber succeeds." There was clear conviction in her tone. [/fancypost][align=center]
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