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[fixyourproblem]

A sturdy man, middle aged, strides down a gravel path in the gardens, eyes more on the open folder he’s carrying than on his surroundings.

He’s complaining to himself.

Loudly.

“Of all the political bullshit,” he says furiously, “I will not undercut - impossible, self centered, short sighted - Why can’t I have one week

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[alcuin_delaunay]

With a picnic basket over his arm and in search of someone to share it with, probably Galwyn, Alcuin stops at seeing the new arrival, and gives him a friendly smile. "Hello. Welcome to the Mansion."

[fixyourproblem]

"...Damn stupid name," Yanni says, not in the slightest placated, "Who're you? What do you want?"

[alcuin_delaunay]

"Alcuin no Delaunay, and I want nothing. I thought to welcome you."

[fixyourproblem]

"Uh huh," Yanni says, suspicious as suspicious can be, jaw set.

[alcuin_delaunay]

"Nevermind." Alcuin bows cooly, and walks around him to continue on his way.