ooh, mysterious house.

[floweredknight]

He pushes briskly through the door -- a smallish young man of eighteen or twenty, sensibly dressed out of somewhere in the Middle Ages, sturdy, dark-haired and fair-skinned; he probably looks familiar. He stops as soon as he sees where he is, and looks back over his shoulder anxiously. "Brother

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[thornofcamorr]

Locke looks up from his chair and lifts a glass of wine in Florence's general direction. "Hey," he says, "Welcome to 'the Mansion' and all that."

[floweredknight]

A slight bow. "Thank you, sir."

[thornofcamorr]

Locke snorts. "Dispense with the sir. I haven't any use for it." He sets down the wine and stands up. "So who're you?"

[floweredknight]

"Florence, sir, son of Sir Gawain of Orkney. Where have I come to?"

[thornofcamorr]

Locke shrugs and flops back down, taking a gulp of wine. "Damned if I know. Fairly good place, though."

[floweredknight]

"I see."