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[sanemontague]

Enter a young man, dressed well, but in a fashion long past, a sword at his waist, but not with the worn look of a fighter's sword.Good morrow, good men and fair maids. What manner of place is this, so strange and unnatural? There are all manner of things that my eye does not know

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[thefoodoflove]

Welcome, sir. *stately bow* A solider you? An you are not, a full welcome yours without change.

What of this place? 'Tis not my fair Illyria, and yet 'tis also not so stale with the long-released breath of woeful lovers.

[sanemontague]

*bows in return* A soldier I am not. I am a mere son of the house of Montague, nephew to the lord of that house. Who have I the honour of addressing, my lord?

The lovers I know would rather they breathed not, if their aspects speak true. If thy words are faithful, then perhaps this place will be fair indeed.

[thefoodoflove]

*kindly smile* You live the happier, for more oft do young lords live. Orsino, Duke to my lands and he who doth aim to call you friend.

All my hopes 'tis so; so oft here have unhappy lovers found themselves content, with naught of death to taint their bridal beds.

[sanemontague]

Would that it were so, for young lords from my own home have oft preceded their fathers to Persephone's embrace. I wonder if perhaps they might have been safer as soldiers.

*bows again* 'Tis an honour to meet you, your grace, and your desire for friendship flatters.

Then perhaps I have reached the Elysian in truth, if such a thing is true. I know for sure that I have found here friends who I believed long dead.

[thefoodoflove]

Ah, and the most tragic tales they be, though to such sweet Queen.

'Tis no flattery, but an honest seeking. A man can have no too many friends.

As have many. I know not by what manner or what means, but though I have lost none in life and so found none here-- I rejoice with those who are my brethren in this place.

[sanemontague]

You know, then, of my friends who died, your Grace?

Your words are true, sir, and I accept thy offer. Friendship is far more precious than emnity, and more easily found, so I oft ask unto myself why emnity is so treasured by many.