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Mandalorian Waifu and Ian's Subway Sandwich.
Joran Stronham
Knight of the Queen's Guard
"The Steel Wolf"
"It is hard to believe at first, until you spend a fraction
of your life with him waddling around. It was the same
when I saw how many dragons dwelled in the North. Eventually,
they were as normal as a sparrow or raven...", Joran would murmur as
he looked around the Dining Hall. He could never sit still when it
came to staying in one place. His natural paranoia from years of combat
and travelling the the most dangerous of locations around this world
often forced him to peer at every person and thing that he could see;
To analyze it, isolate it, before moving on and remembering exactly
where it was and how it could be used against or for him.
In his quiet state, his mind began to wander. He thought of Camelot.
More specifically, Whytewynd, and how House Sinclair was doing. If he
were lucky, the conquest between Lord Gregor and the Sinclairs would continue
to last past this state of angst in Lathien, most likely to last a few months
or even an entire year. However, if he were unlucky, which seemed much more
realistic, House Sinclair would be decimated in a matter of a few weeks to a
handful of fortnights. Joran could abandon the Queen's Guard and ride north, but
Asavar would definitely not take kindly to it. If he rode now, he had a good chance
of intervening. However, if he stuck to his duty and vows, the chances of House
Sinclair's survival and his vengeance would only wither in time...
Sighing, the knight snapped back to reality. In his head, an eternity of thought
had gone on. In reality, the mental wanderlust had only lasted a dozen seconds.
Stronham eyed Aurora, wondering if she could do anything to help him, as she
gobbled down the warm bread and gazed curiously at the other untouched pieces to her meal
with an insatiable and primal look of hunger and awe. It was truly amusing, and
relieving, to observe. Watching those riddled with misfortunate histories and social
standings get something nice gave Joran a sense of hope. However, he knew that
the Wolf that stirred within him would tear them apart if it gave him even the
slightest advantage to ending Gregor Whytewynd and restoring the glory of House Stronham...
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