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Post by Fianna Dragonfly on Jun 3, 2014 16:18:45 GMT
*Coming from the Great Hall: Wandering Through the Keep*
Fianna casually strolled down the hall, her eyes searching the corners. She wasn't really looking at the people she passed though. Oddly she noted how busy the keep was these days, even with the lack of interaction. People driven in from the lands most likely, in fear of the plague. That bit of business would be over soon enough, to be sure.
She knocked on the Sheriff's door, hoping to get a response now that she was here.
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Post by Lord Ainvar Hrothgarsson on Jun 4, 2014 13:44:20 GMT
Red eyed and exhausted from a night of study, Ainvar looks up from the scrolls on his desk and tiredly mutters, 'Enter'. He exhales the remaining smoke of the pipeweed from his lungs, setting the pipe down onto the scrolls and leans back in his chair, attempting to stretch his back, as a warm late morning breeze stumbles through the window.
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Post by Fianna Dragonfly on Jun 4, 2014 17:16:30 GMT
Fianna was taken back by the weary voice that answered her, but opened the door with enthusiasm despite it. "Ainvar!" she started looking around as she strolled casually into the room. "Don't you look lovely on this fine late spring day." It was hard for her to keep a straight face at her own silliness even as her eyes kept moving around the room. "How do you keep a complexion so fair?"
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Post by Lord Ainvar Hrothgarsson on Jun 5, 2014 14:20:54 GMT
Ainvar yawns, and takes a swallow of mead, 'long nights, and plenty of honey wine'. He noticed the darting of Fianna's eyes, and curiously asks, 'what may I help you with?'.
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Post by Fianna Dragonfly on Jun 8, 2014 15:00:33 GMT
"Well not much, I came to inform you of something exciting. When I travelled out of Locks I contacted a special merchant. They should arrive before the Summer Festival. I think you'll be pleases with the result."
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