*listens to his story with intrigue and a warm grin* Already you were leading a venturous life, mon frère. What is it that lured you to join the Musketeers?
*quirks an eyebrow although his grin never leaves* I expected something a bit more studious, but then I've been known to habitually raise my standards beyond reasonable means.
*pauses briefly before slowly nodding his head, his grin dissolving into a grim expression -- he can understand those words far too well*
That it does. It makes one wonder sometimes if it truly is a dignified decision to serve for your own selfish means such as striving to put your own honor and soul to rest.
I will leave concerns of dignity and purity of purpose to others. I'm a simple man who will simply serve.
*shakes it off with a smile*
I'd rather concern myself with yon round-bottomed wench and a bit of dicourse with a bottle. Join me friend, her friend seems comely enough to match your pretty face.
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Perhaps it could be that revenge leaves stains that honor demands sacrifice and service to cleanse.
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That it does. It makes one wonder sometimes if it truly is a dignified decision to serve for your own selfish means such as striving to put your own honor and soul to rest.
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*shakes it off with a smile*
I'd rather concern myself with yon round-bottomed wench and a bit of dicourse with a bottle. Join me friend, her friend seems comely enough to match your pretty face.
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