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[Tay Thormear]

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(Based on Weds night)

Beowulf paced back and forth in his study. He knew that tonight was the night of The Northern Alliance training. He pondered whether or not this was the right night to make an appearance and confront Vaen. It'd be an odd situation, he knew this, but it'd be odd any other way as well. He stopped pacing, and went togather his weapons. He'd go there tonight.

He arrived at the farm, there were only a few Legion members there, but he knew more would come. He opened the gate and walked cautiously towards the small group.

Vaen stopped his conversation and turned his attention on Beowulf.

"Yes?" Vaen asked.

"Was wondering if we could have a word, when your not busy." Beowulf said after clearing his throat.

"Now is fine." Vaen replied.

Beowulf went forth and admitted the things he'd done wrong. He stated that all he wanted was a second chance. As he finished his plead, Leshok popped up beside the two.

A quick vote was taken, coincidently there were enough council members there to vote. Beowulf was welcomed back into the Legion. He knew however, that the probation period would be much harsher than before, and Leshok even wanted him to kill spiders in a pink dress again.

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Beowulf returned home, sore from the training. It'd been a while since he'd been drilled like that, but it was worth it. He hurried up his steps and threw open the door. He made his way to his room.

He stared across the room at a chest, a jet black chest. He walked towards it, dropping his weapons where ever they hit the floor. He kneeled before the chest and muttered a spell. The lock clicked, and the top of the chest slowly opened.

On the left a pile of neatly folded dark clothes were stack, on the right, a neat stack of green clothes. The left was his uniform from The Dark Order, his cloak however was given away. On the right, was the uniform from The Legion, his robe however was given away.

He quickly untied his apron and folded it, he slipped off his boots and put them together. He reached into the chest and pulled out a forest green apron, and a pair of forest green boots. He put the other pair into the chest and closed it. Chanting a spell, the lock clicked again. He pulled on the boots and tied the apron around his waist.

"It's good to be back." He whispered.