Part of him wanted to go talk to her, but the larger part of Byrim would be happy to never talk to anyone again. He just wanted the memories to stop, and with them the nightmares. He looked at the girl for a good long time before he lurched back into town. There was something about her, something besides the way she smiled. Why was she staring at the mountains like that? Did she want to go there? Leave her life as a barmaid? Walking back towards the inn, Byrim was dully aware that something was bothering him. What was it? Something he had seen, something tugging at his memory. Later that night, Byrim set his tankard on the bar and asked Orgnar for an ale. For some reason, he didn’t want the pretty barmaid to notice him. He couldn’t say why. He had realized a few hours ago that for some reason, he was afraid of her. He walked to an empty bench with his ale and sat down heavily. A strange feeling was coming over him, something he hadn’t felt since he had fled the village where he had been working at the lumber mill. He planned on getting work at the mill here in Riverwood, when he ran out of gold. For now he just wanted to try as hard to forget- Byrim stared. The Inn was filling up now, and the girl was walking around with her pitcher of ale, filling tankards and giving people that strange smile. That was when he saw it, and he realized what she had been holding that morning by the river. It was a flower. A small, white flower with a golden center. He had seen one of those before, but never in the wild.
Part of him wanted to go talk to her, but the larger part of Byrim would be happy to never talk to anyone again. He just wanted the memories to stop, and with them the nightmares. He looked at the girl for a good long time before he lurched back into town. There was something about her, something besides the way she smiled. Why was she staring at the mountains like that? Did she want to go there? Leave her life as a barmaid? Walking back towards the inn, Byrim was dully aware that something was bothering him. What was it? Something he had seen, something tugging at his memory. Later that night, Byrim set his tankard on the bar and asked Orgnar for an ale. For some reason, he didn’t want the pretty barmaid to notice him. He couldn’t say why. He had realized a few hours ago that for some reason, he was afraid of her. He walked to an empty bench with his ale and sat down heavily. A strange feeling was coming over him, something he hadn’t felt since he had fled the village where he had been working at the lumber mill. He planned on getting work at the mill here in Riverwood, when he ran out of gold. For now he just wanted to try as hard to forget- Byrim stared. The Inn was filling up now, and the girl was walking around with her pitcher of ale, filling tankards and giving people that strange smile. That was when he saw it, and he realized what she had been holding that morning by the river. It was a flower. A small, white flower with a golden center. He had seen one of those before, but never in the wild.
Part of him wanted to go talk to her, but the larger part of Byrim would be happy to never talk to anyone again. He just wanted the memories to stop, and with them the nightmares. He looked at the girl for a good long time before he lurched back into town. There was something about her, something besides the way she smiled. Why was she staring at the mountains like that? Did she want to go there? Leave her life as a barmaid? Walking back towards the inn, Byrim was dully aware that something was bothering him. What was it? Something he had seen, something tugging at his memory. Later that night, Byrim set his tankard on the bar and asked Orgnar for an ale. For some reason, he didn’t want the pretty barmaid to notice him. He couldn’t say why. He had realized a few hours ago that for some reason, he was afraid of her. He walked to an empty bench with his ale and sat down heavily. A strange feeling was coming over him, something he hadn’t felt since he had fled the village where he had been working at the lumber mill. He planned on getting work at the mill here in Riverwood, when he ran out of gold. For now he just wanted to try as hard to forget- Byrim stared. The Inn was filling up now, and the girl was walking around with her pitcher of ale, filling tankards and giving people that strange smile. That was when he saw it, and he realized what she had been holding that morning by the river. It was a flower. A small, white flower with a golden center. He had seen one of those before, but never in the wild.
Part of him wanted to go talk to her, but the larger part of Byrim would be happy to never talk to anyone again. He just wanted the memories to stop, and with them the nightmares. He looked at the girl for a good long time before he lurched back into town. There was something about her, something besides the way she smiled. Why was she staring at the mountains like that? Did she want to go there? Leave her life as a barmaid? Walking back towards the inn, Byrim was dully aware that something was bothering him. What was it? Something he had seen, something tugging at his memory. Later that night, Byrim set his tankard on the bar and asked Orgnar for an ale. For some reason, he didn’t want the pretty barmaid to notice him. He couldn’t say why. He had realized a few hours ago that for some reason, he was afraid of her. He walked to an empty bench with his ale and sat down heavily. A strange feeling was coming over him, something he hadn’t felt since he had fled the village where he had been working at the lumber mill. He planned on getting work at the mill here in Riverwood, when he ran out of gold. For now he just wanted to try as hard to forget- Byrim stared. The Inn was filling up now, and the girl was walking around with her pitcher of ale, filling tankards and giving people that strange smile. That was when he saw it, and he realized what she had been holding that morning by the river. It was a flower. A small, white flower with a golden center. He had seen one of those before, but never in the wild.
Part of him wanted to go talk to her, but the larger part of Byrim would be happy to never talk to anyone again. He just wanted the memories to stop, and with them the nightmares. He looked at the girl for a good long time before he lurched back into town. There was something about her, something besides the way she smiled. Why was she staring at the mountains like that? Did she want to go there? Leave her life as a barmaid? Walking back towards the inn, Byrim was dully aware that something was bothering him. What was it? Something he had seen, something tugging at his memory. Later that night, Byrim set his tankard on the bar and asked Orgnar for an ale. For some reason, he didn’t want the pretty barmaid to notice him. He couldn’t say why. He had realized a few hours ago that for some reason, he was afraid of her. He walked to an empty bench with his ale and sat down heavily. A strange feeling was coming over him, something he hadn’t felt since he had fled the village where he had been working at the lumber mill. He planned on getting work at the mill here in Riverwood, when he ran out of gold. For now he just wanted to try as hard to forget- Byrim stared. The Inn was filling up now, and the girl was walking around with her pitcher of ale, filling tankards and giving people that strange smile. That was when he saw it, and he realized what she had been holding that morning by the river. It was a flower. A small, white flower with a golden center. He had seen one of those before, but never in the wild.
Part of him wanted to go talk to her, but the larger part of Byrim would be happy to never talk to anyone again. He just wanted the memories to stop, and with them the nightmares. He looked at the girl for a good long time before he lurched back into town. There was something about her, something besides the way she smiled. Why was she staring at the mountains like that? Did she want to go there? Leave her life as a barmaid? Walking back towards the inn, Byrim was dully aware that something was bothering him. What was it? Something he had seen, something tugging at his memory. Later that night, Byrim set his tankard on the bar and asked Orgnar for an ale. For some reason, he didn’t want the pretty barmaid to notice him. He couldn’t say why. He had realized a few hours ago that for some reason, he was afraid of her. He walked to an empty bench with his ale and sat down heavily. A strange feeling was coming over him, something he hadn’t felt since he had fled the village where he had been working at the lumber mill. He planned on getting work at the mill here in Riverwood, when he ran out of gold. For now he just wanted to try as hard to forget- Byrim stared. The Inn was filling up now, and the girl was walking around with her pitcher of ale, filling tankards and giving people that strange smile. That was when he saw it, and he realized what she had been holding that morning by the river. It was a flower. A small, white flower with a golden center. He had seen one of those before, but never in the wild.
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时巨鹿郡有兄弟三人，一名张角，一名张宝，一名张梁。那张角本是个不第秀才，因入山采药，遇一老人，碧眼童颜，手执藜杖，唤角至一洞中，以天书三卷授之，曰：“此名《太平要术》，汝得之，当代天宣化，普救世人；若萌异心，必获恶报。”角拜问姓名。老人曰：“吾乃南华老仙也。”言讫，化阵清风而去。角得此书，晓夜攻习，能呼风唤雨，号为“太平道人”。中平元年正月内，疫气流行，张角散施符水，为人治病，自称“大贤良师”。角有徒弟五百余人，云游四方，皆能书符念咒。次后徒众日多，角乃立三十六方，大方万余人，小方六七千，各立渠帅，称为将军；讹言：“苍天已死，黄天当立；岁在甲子，天下大吉。”
令人各以白土书“甲子”二字于家中大门上。青、幽、徐、冀、荆、扬、兖、豫八州之人，家家侍奉大贤良师张角名字。角遣其党马元义，暗赍金帛，结交中涓封谞，以为内应。角与二弟商议曰：“至难得者，民心也。今民心已顺，若不乘势取天下，诚为可惜。”遂一面私造黄旗，约期举事；一面使弟子唐周，驰书报封谞。唐周乃径赴省中告变。帝召大将军何进调兵擒马元义，斩之；次收封谞等一干人下狱。张角闻知事露，星夜举兵，自称“天公将军”，张宝称“地公将军”，张梁称“人公将军”。申言于众曰：“今汉运将终，大圣人出。汝等皆宜顺天从正，以乐太平。”四方百姓，裹黄巾从张角反者四五十万。贼势浩大，官军望风而靡。何进奏帝火速降诏，令各处备御，讨贼立功。一面遣中郎将卢植、皇甫嵩、朱儁，各引精兵、分三路讨之。