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[notridiculous]

Enter one incredibly handsome Southern Prince. Southern being Calormen. His skin is dark from the sun and his face is noble, his garb fine. Dark hair is wrapped in a turban, and he sits atop a worthy steed (a horse, mind you, not a Horse, this creature is dumb, incapable of speech). He seems rather startled by the sudden change of surroundings, but

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[your_caretaker]

Neil is trying to remove some of the mistletoe scattered around the mansion, to save other people the embarrassment. Being on a ladder with a crippled leg is awkward, however, so when the man approaches he's quick to put two feet down on the veranda again. "The rest of us can't blame horses. Why don't you sit down, take a load off. Where are you from?"

[notridiculous]

He shows no sign of sitting. "I am of Calormen. It is usual then for one to suddenly find themselves here?"

[your_caretaker]

"I've never heard of it, sorry. You are lost." Neil shrugs and sits on the porch himself. "It seems to be. Like taking a wrong turn in a desert and finding a mirage. Although I personally was in a rather populated area when I stepped here."

[notridiculous]

"...The Lion will be displeased with me." A look like fright touches his face.

[your_caretaker]

"The...lion?" Neil blinks.