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A rider enters the grounds on a beautiful, tall, proud horse. There are those who’d say he’d resemble a stallion himself with his proud grace, noble features similar to those of his brother and mane of golden hair that he wears loose over his shoulders. Yet his personality is not proud or unkind and he carries his beauty with the ease of a stallion.
Not dismounting from his horse, he stops anyone he sees, always asking the same question.
“I am Levon dan Ivor. I’m searching for my brother. His name is Tabor. Have you seen him?”
Typist: From The Fionavar Tapestry. The icon’s only temporary because I’m having a hell of a time trying to find something that fits. Anyone want to help?
Not dismounting from his horse, he stops anyone he sees, always asking the same question.
“I am Levon dan Ivor. I’m searching for my brother. His name is Tabor. Have you seen him?”
Typist: From The Fionavar Tapestry. The icon’s only temporary because I’m having a hell of a time trying to find something that fits. Anyone want to help?