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Melou is a quiet, shamefaced boy with one of those aspects that is made for looking sorrowful; even if he were perfectly happy he'd probably still seem a little like his dog had just died. He sits down on one of the couches, his sad eyes flickering to the sign and to the rest of the Nexus centre.
"How doth a man make himself brave? Only how can a man make himself not be afraid? I still don't know, and I have shamed my lord."
His hand clasps at the hilt of the sword he wears buckled on; the clothes he wears are made for war.
"How doth a man make himself brave? Only how can a man make himself not be afraid? I still don't know, and I have shamed my lord."
His hand clasps at the hilt of the sword he wears buckled on; the clothes he wears are made for war.