Sir Rawk
A great Knight, for England
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Sir Rawk pushed into the bar, his large silver armor covering his body. He looked around, and noticed Sir Nightingale, but went ahead and took a seat at the counter.
Sir Rawk turned his head toward Sir Nightingale, and smiled under his helmet, "indeed, I am, you must be Sir Nightingale." he said, shifting slightly.
Sir Rawk smiled, "indeed I was, I killed a good fifty men out there." he said, cracking his knuckles.
Sir Rawk Raised an eyebrow under his helmet, "that would quite a feat, if you we're a human, but being a demon body count doesn't quite count." He said.
Sir Rawk Entered the bar, his silver plate reflecting the lights of the bar, he slew several men today, and several demons as well. He removed his helmet, and took a seat at the counter. He ordered an Ale, and sat waiting for his drink to arrive.