I am wounded. Crushed, really, to hear such aspersions being cast upon my name. I mean, my men and I have fought...we've bled for the glory of the Mark and her King. I have led my men through danger and sorrow, never once making mention of how you betray my love for you with that easterling.
And you repay me with suspicion?
It's enough to make a giant, blood-spattered, city-demolishing warrior cry in his beer.
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Fine. Get on a horse.
if I'm mysteriously gone I just went out back. I didn't run.
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I'll be at the stables. Waiting.
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I'm in a hurry, in case the sister finds me before I make it out the gates. *innocent look*
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And you repay me with suspicion?
It's enough to make a giant, blood-spattered, city-demolishing warrior cry in his beer.
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