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Many among the members of the Knights of Anatheum had the misfortune of not knowing of Torche’s brief part time job as a model Salvatore’s Secret, a well known boudoir shop in Elbion that had spread all across Arethil in producing many tantalizing designs for men and women to wear when trying to...

In the heat of battle, Torche was aware of anything being said unless his name was tied to it. So he listened to Flyn, kept rolling and dodging although it hardly mattered until he was directed elsewhere. The man had never been a distracted before, but he could be one now, when it mattered most...

Everyone probably thought he was a big meathead, but at least he wasn’t as dumb as Vesna to go poking around in things that he shouldn’t be. Torche, if he had been asked in that moment what had happened or what was going on, wouldn’t be able to speak. No words could form, even the most simplest...

Torche didn’t mind that he didn’t have the right idea as long as someone did, which just so happened to be Flyn. With Hector’s encouragement, Torche went through the flame, only able to fight through the innate fear of being burned alive because the others managed to do it as well. There was a...

Torche felt the poke in his rib cage, looking over to Amelia with raised brows. “I was having some manners! I said sex instead of fucking.” He said back to her, indignant. At least Flyn had the right idea, he should be the first to step through the flames, after all, he was in a constant blaze...

That was the thing about the Knights! They were all about patience and charity and waiting and seeing and thinking and blah blah blah, doing a whole bunch of nothing. Torche huffed at Syr Sando. Torche may have been itching for a fight but he wouldn’t outwardly disrespect Syr Sando in front of...

Torche easily brought the bedrolls to the spot that Innis had cleared off. She may have been short but at least she had the right idea on where to set up camp. “I thought Innis was a girl name.” Torche said after plopping nearly a dozen bedrolls before the Dusk squire. “Gladys always said...

Torche did his best not to yawn as Innis tried to simplify the rune. He did glance down, if only because he thought that would make things more interesting but it didn’t. Flyn on the other hand had the right idea! Maybe the rune was actually a bad thing, a bad omen or something evil? And if that...

Scratching at the scruff that was quickly turning into a beard the longer he went without a trim, Torche stared at the ruin with little interest. He should’ve been more intrigued, after all, he had decided have two seconds of realizing the options there were for him in the Knights that Flame...

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