Gandalf Hardrade Curthose
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Edmund cautiously walked towards The Bannered Mare. It's snowing. he realised, wrapping his black cloak around him as it grew colder. He grumbled to himself as he opened the door, unnoticed. This was his last night in Whiterun. He had left his property and business under the care of one of his hangers on, a completely loyal but fairly incompetent man, Percy. He had given him orders to close it down for the time being, and make sure that it wasn't broken into or the like. But he had to get out of Whiterun. Not only did he want to see the world, but if what the old sage said was true, his Brother is contacting The Dark Brotherhood, and other underworld Assassins such as the Morag Tong, with orders to kill him should he escape there. His eyes darted as he sat down. Nobody followed me. Good. He turned to the barmaid: "The Usual please, Gracey. And bring me some Tobacco. I have none to smoke with." She winked and walked off, as Edmund admired her figure. When I return, I will ask to marry her. She was young, two years younger than him, and she would need a husband soon. He smiled at her and she blushed as she set the ale and Haunch of meat down, passing her the payment. He sat supping on his mead, eyes darting about cautiously as her popped the pipe into his mouth and lit it, smoke rings coming forth from his mouth.