~as he makes his way into the the great hall he takes note of how little used all is, even though Jeaden keeps the hall well, he can tell few come here now, and that saddens him. He can remember when this grand hall was the light of the land, it drew him back time after time for the peace it offered. Now however a fine silence had settled over the grand keep, as he looked about~
~as he walked down the halls his steeps echo off the walls, no servents patter about on thier masters erronds, no nobles step forth from the fine rooms, for him to politly nod or smirk at, depending upon his mood at the time. All is quiet~
~the time has been long sence his last visit, too long perhaps. He wonders the hall never seeing anyone, as he passes the board he looks upon the postings, most are worn with age, but in the fine dust he wright with his finger~
I remember when.
Neal of Clan MacNeill
~looking upon the words he smiles, and turns down the hall to the entrance~
Tis still a ruddy fine keep.
~and under his breath~
Take care Jeaden, we'll be meeting again I hope.
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