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- “Sturm!” Tanis said warmly, turning toward the door.
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- At the door stood a straight-backed figure dressed in full plate armor and chain mail, the symbol of the Order of the Rose on the breastplate…The man was a Solamnic knight…a knight in full armor that dated back practically to the Cataclysm!
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- He carefully smoothed his great, thick moustaches, which, being the ages-old symbol of the Knights, were as obsolete as his armor. He bore the trappings of the Solamnic Knights with unquestioned pride, and he had the sword-arm and the skill to defend that pride. Although people in the Inn stared, no one, after one look at the knight’s calm, cold eyes, dared snicker or make a derogatory comment.
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- Sturm hasn’t changed, Tanis thought, except that there are more lines around the sad eyes, more gray in the brown hair. The cloak is a little more frayed. There are a few more dents in the ancient armor. But the knight’s flowing moustaches—his pride and joy—were as long and sweeping as ever, his shield was polished just as brightly, his brown eyes were just as warm when he saw his friends.
- Excerpt From Dragons of Autumn Twilight, pg 56-58
- Margaret Weis & Tracy Hickman
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