*The Verge of War* A Medieval Rp

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Alfric quickly pulled his arm back so that his hand was in hers, then opened his fist and dropped the cloth. Once he was sure she had it, he stepped away from her and removed the knife from his teeth, wiping it on his trouser legs.
"Hold it out here beside the wall." He said, tapping the blade against the stone.
 
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Fawn, though alarmed at his actions, stayed put till he directed her otherwise. She held the chuck of cloth, still balled up, against the wall and waited. "Yes?"
 
Alfic felt his way along the wall until his knuckles brushed against the clump of cloth. He held the blade beside it and pressed it against the stone. His movements were awkward and inaccurate, and using his left hand felt very odd, but he tried to make the best of it. If he misjudged the distance then this could end very badley. He decided to keep this knowledge to himself. Readjusting his grip and taking a deep breath, he quickly scraped the blade upwards, sending sparks flying through the air.
 
Besides a slight flinch, Fawn showed no sign of surprise or worry about whatever he was doing. In fact, she wasn't even thinking about him or his actions. She was trying to remember the blueprints that Edmund had shown her once. They were supposed to be secret and only known to Edmund and his father, but not many months ago he had pulled them out and shown her while she was over for a dinner.
 
The sparks didn't take light the first time, nor the second, but the third time, they did. The cloth was woven from some kind of plant material and went up pretty quickly, a miniature sun in their miniature universe. He stabbed the fire ball with his sgian and quickly pulled it from the girls grasp.
 
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Athaid said:
The sparks didn't take light the first time, nor the second, but the third time, they did. The cloth was woven from some kind of plant material and went up pretty quickly, a miniature sun in their miniature universe. He stabbed the fire ball with his sgian and quickly pulled it from the girls grasp.
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Fawn quickly drew her hand back without a word. "Torch," she let out a nervous laugh, "of course." Now that they had light, she could see Alfric. He didn't look any more harmful than a flea.
 

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