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[fairandfaithful]

Enter a young squire, caught somewhere in the stage of being between a boy and a man. His clothes are dusty from travel, though they look like they may have once been from wealth, as does his horse, which is obviously of a good breed. There is sadness in his eyes as he takes in his surroundings.Forgive me the bother, my ladies and lords, but might

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[illgotten]

Oh, probably.

[fairandfaithful]

-- I am free to enter this estate, then?

[illgotten]

Bit late for anyone to object, isn't it?

[fairandfaithful]

I could be turned back.

[illgotten]

I doubt it. You're cute.

[fairandfaithful]

Um. Thank you?

[illgotten]

*grins at him* I have no designs on your virtue, boy. But I'm probably the only one. Welcome to the madhouse.

[fairandfaithful]

Designs on my virtue? *wrinkles his nose slightly* You speak as if I was a maid.

[illgotten]

"I do, don't I? Like I said." He shrugs.

[fairandfaithful]

*is...just going to ignore that for now* Could you tell me, then, as you are more knowledgeable than I, who owns this house?

[illgotten]

"Nobody," amused.

[fairandfaithful]

*looks baffled* No one?

[illgotten]

"None. It's a bloody free-for-all. But mostly harmless."

[fairandfaithful]

I am glad to know that, at least, though I am surprised to know that no king has been made, if there was not one before.

[illgotten]

That gets a slighter, more rueful smile. "You'd think so, wouldn't you? But we've a dozen at least, and none of them's inclined to step down, and the rest of us manage as we can."

[fairandfaithful]

*eyes widen* Has there been war?