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[swordofthenorth]

[ Small spots of red decorate Isley's pale face, and the front of his cloak; the furred collar ripples like waves in the wind, like the waves he stands before on the coast bordering Anatole. ]

[ Golden eyes pierce the fog; his smile pierces the dreary atmosphere...ever inviting and soft, with the promise of a terrible sharpness beneath. ]Loss is

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[onequarter]

Name the time and place.

[ he'll kick her ass and she knows it. ]

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[swordofthenorth]

[ He's glad recent events involving a certain other Abyssal One have not spoiled her spirit. ]

The day after tomorrow...if you would meet me bright and early in the Flooded Ruins?

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[onequarter]

If I win, will you do something for me?

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[swordofthenorth]

Only if you agree to do something for me should I win.

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[onequarter]

Let's name our stakes and I'll decide.

Mine is nothing important. I want you to forbid Rigaldo from attacking me, or attacking others solely to annoy me.

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[swordofthenorth]

Very well.

[ What should it matter? You won't win anyway. ]

And if I should overcome you [ heh, should ] then I would like very much for you...to engage me again.

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[onequarter]

[ . . . that's a little pitiful. ]

Ah? Very well.

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[swordofthenorth]

[ Is there anything else she could give him that he can't acquire for himself...? Probably not. ]

Perhaps more interesting arrangements will follow.

[ And perhaps he'll see why Rigaldo is so focused upon you. ]

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[onequarter]

I will see you two days hence.