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Date Posted: 09:56:15 09/04/03 Thu
Author: Baron Alexander Bidrimor
Subject: Over An Ale

The Baron sat, brooding deep in thought about the news. Off to an unseen corner, the courier of it knelt respectably.

"Rather abrupt, I'd say. Lotta people might think we're weakening ourselves... it'd be a good test of our resolve... but then again, why do we need the test? Our might is unquestionable... or is it..."

He trails off, but looks to his courier, realizing once more the man was there. Suddenly he burst into laughter.

"Sorry lad! I suppose none of that was your business! oh well... forget it was said. Tis the way of nobles, we speak of matters on another level. I say that we share tales of triumph and womanry instead... perhaps over an ale!"

He seemed to strengthen his understanding of his place in the world.

"Send message to the Countess. Tell her that I support all decisions of hers, of course. Moreover, Everything will be right as rain during her departure... on a side note, tell her that I smell treachery on the wake. Should she need anything... on the sly... she knows how to contact me. County first, of course - but I mean no harm of any kind to befall her - PERIOD. Rules or no rules."

He let out a proud belly laugh, and walked gingerly to the messenger, slapping him hard on the shoulder.

"But FIRST! WE DRINK!!"

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