Dawlish
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Post by Dawlish on Jun 8, 2013 15:01:17 GMT -5
Dawlish, apparently left holding the casket by himself, lowers it as ceremoniously as possible with his little strength. He steps forward, pulling a heavy bound book, chained to his belt, from inside his robes. He opens it, and pulls his sleeves up. He addresses the crowd, and it becomes obvious that while he may know the words, he is no leader. "People of Outward! You have come here with anger in your hearts. Anger bred of fear, bred of ignorance. You may not know me as you knew my Lord Lorrimor, but you may take my word when I tell you that this man did not practice Dark Arts. He was kind, and he was strong. And though we are kind, we are also strong, and we will defend his honor and his memory if you give us cause to. We will bury him here, and then we his coterie will discuss with you your woes. You may aid us, as he would have aided you all, or you may step aside. But I beg that you do not continue to block or path, for wolves do not care for the opinions of sheep." Dawlish tries to look resolute, but it is obvious he lacks the skill.
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