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Some time had passed since Jeremy had meandered toward the large building, preferring instead to bide his time out of doors. Once upon a time, he had felt at home in such places as the so-called compound. This, however, had been years past, since before he had joined the cause and sailed o'er the sea to fight the Colonials.
Naturally, when Jeremy finally returned to the mother land after injury and a laborious effort to find passage home, things had greatly altered. Of course, when a man found he had been declared dead and stripped of the lands and title that were rightfully his, his outlook on life tended to change -- and with much haste.
Howe'er, today Jeremy decided he would quite like to lose himself in tales of old -- something, perhaps, by the great Shakespeare or the theories of Aristotle he had read as a boy. It had been told to him of the bookshelf in a particular room of the compound -- a bookshelf that would give him any tome he required. Today he would test the very thing that others had lauded in his presence.
After securing his mare to a tree just outside the building, Jeremy entered, removing his hat at once. The hilt of his rapier, which was secure in its scabbard about his waist, bounced against his hip as he walked.
Soon enough he had found the room, though he could nae bring himself to move past the large silver box, as it had began to make a most curious sound the moment Jeremy walked into the room.
[ST for a bit. Good time to meet him!]
Naturally, when Jeremy finally returned to the mother land after injury and a laborious effort to find passage home, things had greatly altered. Of course, when a man found he had been declared dead and stripped of the lands and title that were rightfully his, his outlook on life tended to change -- and with much haste.
Howe'er, today Jeremy decided he would quite like to lose himself in tales of old -- something, perhaps, by the great Shakespeare or the theories of Aristotle he had read as a boy. It had been told to him of the bookshelf in a particular room of the compound -- a bookshelf that would give him any tome he required. Today he would test the very thing that others had lauded in his presence.
After securing his mare to a tree just outside the building, Jeremy entered, removing his hat at once. The hilt of his rapier, which was secure in its scabbard about his waist, bounced against his hip as he walked.
Soon enough he had found the room, though he could nae bring himself to move past the large silver box, as it had began to make a most curious sound the moment Jeremy walked into the room.
[ST for a bit. Good time to meet him!]