originally posted in:The New Dojo
[u]Scratching his head a bit, the man folds his hood down to reveal an aged face, old and wrinkled from travels long before. A white beard conceals much of his face, but his eyes and mouth are creases with dimples as he smiles at the sight of somebody who knows his name. Most of the hair on the top of his head is now gone, finally lost to age. Smiling, he speaks in a warm but aged voice.[/u]
"[i]Finding somebody that know my name is rare nowadays, especially one who I do not know. Forgive me, for my memory is not as good as it used to be, and I have forgotten who you are, if you do not mind me asking.[/i]"
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"Oh..." [b]The man looks down, seemingly upset. Though he understood perfectly why. [/b] "I'm Magrim..."
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[u]Smiling, Balthazar held out his hand in greeting.[/u] "[i]Well Magrim, I see no need to introduce myself as you already know of my name. I must as one thing however. Where is Royal, if I may ask? We used to have quite the romp whenever we got together...[/i]" [u]Laughing as he remembers events from long ago, he awaits Magrim's response.[/u]
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"Oh the general..." [b]Magrim sighs. [/b] "They general left when everyone else did. Ornstein, Smough, You, Vio, Anri. Even Nora left."