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[Well. This was certainly not what Antonio Carriedo was expecting when he woke up early this morning. IN fact, he was expecting to be met with a servant, two lovely women, and a cup of that delicious chocolate stuff the Aztecs have been bringing him lately. Instead he wakes up in a bed. A very large bed, with a lot of cushions surrounding him--the only thing with him is his halberd, which he seems to sleep with at night. He sits up, looking around slowly as he grips his halberd.]
Cortes, my friend, I think we're in trouble, this time...
((ooc; have a conquistador!Spain circa 1522. he bites, be careful. bring him chocolate and he seriously might have your children. <3))
Cortes, my friend, I think we're in trouble, this time...
((ooc; have a conquistador!Spain circa 1522. he bites, be careful. bring him chocolate and he seriously might have your children. <3))