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[ffolksyromance]

A young man walks in, dressed well in what must be the best fashions of his time. His face, though naturally given to a smile, is watchful, as if he (and, to be honest, he is) unsure of his surroundings. He leans against the wall.I can't help but notice this isn't England. Or perhaps it is a part of it that I don't know, but it isn't like any place

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[talon_hand]

*gives him a level look, arms crossed over her chest*

I have never heard of England. I should very much hope that this is not that place. Perhaps it is though. It is not The Dark World.

[ffolksyromance]

*bows at her nonetheless*

I fear I've never heard of your Dark World, either. *more curious than perturbed* How strange this all is!

[talon_hand]

*recognizes a polite move when she sees it so slams her fists together in a sign of respect and bows her head*

No one I have yet met knows of it. *looks upset at that, but not too much* I welcome you though to this place, wherever this place may be. I am Milla Talon-Hand of the Far Raiders, and I will permit you to call me Milla.

[ffolksyromance]

*starts a little at the movement, but quickly transforms his face into a smile*

I thank you for the welcome, and the permission, for that matter. I have the fortune to be Andrew Ffoulkes, at your service.

[talon_hand]

*is used to such a thing and does not become angry, or lower her mask in a snub*

You are welcome, Andrew Ffoulkes. Should you ever discover what manner of place this is: Let me know, thank you.