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[flowerplucker]

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

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[silverfooted]

*smiles at him, curtsying* Welcome, Lord Diarmuid. I am certain you can find a drink of any sort in the kitchen; really, everything there is free for the taking.

[flowerplucker]

Ah! *bows and brushes his lips over her hand, because Diar enjoys doing that* You, madam, are a lifesaver.

[silverfooted]

Yes, actually, I am. *smiles brightly* Nay, only helping where I see fit. I am Idril Celebrindal, daughter of Turgon.

[flowerplucker]

Well, then, I am in your debt. *grins* As I said earlier, I am Diarmuid, son of Ailell, and the prince of Brennin.

[silverfooted]

A pleasure to meet you, of course though I fear I have not heard of your kingdom. *--bright look, though not impressed by the title*

[flowerplucker]

*didn't expect her to be* *slightly flirtatious grin* Then I suppose I'll have to tell you of it.