Tael-Amei rose his white war horse to the gates of the city of Itaria, his long blonde hair falling behind his shoulders from underneath his golden helm. He smiled as his bright blue elven eyes caught sight of the gaurds, and removed his helm, saluting them with respect as he rode into the city. It was dark in the city, for night had fallen without moon nor star to light up the darkness. Ever watchful, Tael made his way to the inn, stables his horse, and walked in. He made his way over to the bar, ordered a drink and sat down, nursing on his whiskey as he scanned the Inn, looking for talent for his mercenary company.
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Is there more to this tale?
You should probably... you know, give us a little context here. Is this who we're playing as? What are we doing? What is our motivation? Where are we? Are we the head of a mercenary band, or just a member? What's our backstory, who the hell are we? Sorry, but this is just a very confusing and unhelpful intro. Also, you should proofread your posts before you send them, because you've got a lot of spelling errors.