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He ran off with her, didn't he?! Didn't he?!?!
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*is no longer dripping with wine nor troubled with a bucket on his foot but is once again looking despondently out the front gates*
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*the clanking of metal and is that ... wood? can be heard echoing down the halls of Budehuc; there is a rather displeased looking Zexen knight dragging what looks like a wooden bucket attached to one of his feet and is dripping significantly with red liquid. As he approaches closer, each step is punctuated by a word*
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Lord Salome?
... Um. I can't believe I'm asking. I'm going to regret this. Is it possible ... that you might need assistance with your paperwork by any chance?
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And have you heard from Lady Chris? Has anyone heard from Lady Chris at all? And if I find out that that everyone but myself has heard from her, I'm going to drown myself in wine. [link] -
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... Lady Chris ...
Ah, Lord Salome. Percival. I ... I have to go back to the capital for a bit. There are more means to distract myself there. Not to mention that most of the females here are still young girls ...
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*one of the Six Mighty Knights of Zexen can be seen coming through the gates, not wearing his armor, having gone after Chris in haste after reading her letter; he's pretty dusty from having travelled on foot and is looking very downcast*
... Lady Chris ...
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What did I do wrong?
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*is standing by the gates, impatiently looking out at all the people coming and going; and maybe a tad bit under the influence*
Come on, Percival. Where are you? It's almost Yule. Just because I'm with Lady Chris doesn't mean that I don't want or need you around. What's that saying again? Dicks before chicks? Bros before hos?
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I had the most bizarre dream last night and I don't know what to make of it. Something about ghosts of Zexen Past, Present and Future. Sir Wyatt, Lady Chris and a little blonde girl that I didn't recognize ... And my name isn't Scrooge. I'm not a stingy grump either.
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Am I?
*shakes his head* Maybe I really should cut back on the drinking.