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Date Posted: 10:04:02 09/04/03 Thu
Author: Baron Fen Kirand
Subject: Contemplation, Surion, NJ

The Baron sat amongst crumbling parchment and candles, thick but deft fingers rapping in time to some inner beat on the wood table.

He considered the newest challenge to face his Countess. To travel to Duke Cyric's holding and stay with him a time. She had no choice. She and her people would suffer if she refused him.

Fen felt it was a brave and perhaps arrogant move on the Duke's part- the only time a leader ever pressed his power upon the spines of his subjects was when he felt the deck was clearly stacked to his favor. Did he really think he could seduce the Countess away from her true love? Whomever that might be. Not even Fen and his band of seers could determine whom the Fiona ruler's dearest was. Somehow he suspected she loved no one at all.

Regardless of her feelings for the Duke- who had long pursued her- it was extremely damaging to her lands to have her gone, the morale of her people carefully teetering on the stability of their beautiful leader. Things would weaken, crack, the longer she was away. It could provide opportunities for all sorts of moves, most of a political nature.

Baron Kirand rubbed a bit of sage weed between his fingers, back and forth, until the moistness of it's innards smeared itself along his skin. Thinking the problem over slowly, as he did most things, he could not decide where exactly to move his rook in the Duke's little game of blackmail romance. He would have to wait and see what the next week brought.

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