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A lanky, very handsome young man saunters in, smirking. His eyes glint with an everpresent spark of amusement, and he bows quite gracefully.
I am Diarmuid dan Ailell, lately of Brennin. This -- place seems to be infinitely more amusing than my usual haunts, but I suppose being dead would rather put a damper on visiting said haunts. At any rate, I await your pleasure, my friends. *slight pause* Also, it would be very much appreciated if any of you had some sort of drink about.
Typist: --Adding to the Fionavar Tapestry love. Prince Diar of Brennin. (I must collect drunken annoyances. Dude.)
I am Diarmuid dan Ailell, lately of Brennin. This -- place seems to be infinitely more amusing than my usual haunts, but I suppose being dead would rather put a damper on visiting said haunts. At any rate, I await your pleasure, my friends. *slight pause* Also, it would be very much appreciated if any of you had some sort of drink about.
Typist: --Adding to the Fionavar Tapestry love. Prince Diar of Brennin. (I must collect drunken annoyances. Dude.)