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[colored_gowns]

Arabella, intrigued rather than dissuaded by Tom Jones' warnings, has posted a message.

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[dancing_warlord]

*here's a Rainier scanning the note, then, and giving Arabella a cheerful grin* Hallo, darling.

[colored_gowns]

*vaguely amused by the greeting* Good day, sir.

[dancing_warlord]

You wanted to discuss and have tea? *grins and offers a hand to shake* I'm Rainier.

[colored_gowns]

Ah! *she takes the hand delicately and curtsies* I am delighted, sir.

[dancing_warlord]

*and she'll get a graceful bow and a grin* Pleased to meet you. I'm a Warlord Prince, if not as powerful a one as Daemon and Lucivar.

[colored_gowns]

A Prince! Then I must beg to insist that the honor is mine.

[dancing_warlord]

*laughs a little* Not the sort of prince you're thinking of, I'm afraid, darling. It's -- um, just a title. Like 'witch'. We've got witches and warlords, and warlord princes are the most powerful of the males.

[colored_gowns]

"Why, how interesting, sir! And what marks one man as more powerful than another?"

[dancing_warlord]

Oh, the colour of their Jewels, mostly. *taps his Opal ring* It's sort of complicated.

[colored_gowns]

May I? *she leans in a little closer to look at the ring* From where do you come, sir?

[dancing_warlord]

Dhemlan Kaeleer, I doubt you've heard of it. It's ...not a part of this world.

[colored_gowns]

*at this, there is the slightest unnamable change in her air* Is it not? *her response, unlike before, seems only politely interested*

[dancing_warlord]

*headtilts a bit* Nope. Unless this place has got Terreille, Kaeleer, and Hell and I just haven't seen them.

[colored_gowns]

If it has, I have not seen them either.

[dancing_warlord]

*shrugs* Oh, well. I've got Andy here. He'd be hard to let go of.

[colored_gowns]

*a pause* I beg your pardon?