Having decided that, being at least five years my senior, Mael Eoin is decrepit and will soon be senile, I have chosen to step up my search for a habitation within the boundaries of the Barony of Bhakail, so as to wrest his job from his tottering and ancient fingers when its burden becomes too heavy for his arthritic shoulders to bear
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Hah... I think he is just getting warmed up.
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I know you'd be all over it, holding the classes/consultations whether or not we had specific people lined up to attend...we'd all get together and learn some things anyway :) I know this because it's already happened informally, and everyone who was educated from your bag o' heraldry remarked that they enjoyed the impromptu class :)
Here's hoping you find something in the area...we'd all love to have you :)
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You missed the discussion at Pennsic about what device would be most likely to get our asses kicked by the Tuchux, it was fun. I think I settled on "Per pale sable and gules, two woodchucks addorsed counterchanged, on a chief argent bacon proper."
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Although your cat dander did try to kill me. So perhaps it's an assassination attempt, who knows?
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