Nine Duels

[tangodelamuerte]

Christmastide comes. All speak of it, surely all celebrate. Holy Rome keeps it's tradition herein. This city may not be all lost. I must seek out a priest to absolve me before the holiest night. I seek not the ear nor attention of Saint Nicholas especially. Juliet should tell her wishes. Mayhaps an elf will listen to carry the message to his master

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[comfortablygray]

This just gets weirder and weirder.

Hey, Tybalt.

[tangodelamuerte]

Hail and good day to you! I fear we have not spoken prior. And no mannerless wretch am I, so soon to seek a remedy for it. How now art thee, proud lord this day?

[comfortablygray]

We have spoken, actually. About my daughter, Claire. Not too long ago. Anyway. I'm good. How're you?

[tangodelamuerte]

So soon to stumble, terry rash.

Well in my way, good sir. A fine daughter you've brought to this world. And so same with another you help with. I speak of Eden, thou knowst of my request to entertain her for an afternoon perhaps til evening?

[comfortablygray]

Thanks. I'm pretty fond of her myself.

Yeah, she mentioned it.

[tangodelamuerte]

As expected of any good father.

I hope it is to thy liking, better yet with thy blessing.

[comfortablygray]

Of course. Eden is looking forward to it, and so I am, too. I feel like you'll be a gentleman.

[tangodelamuerte]

I seek to be nothing less, Lord Bennet. She will return to thy care or estate not long after the setting sun. We'll dine, dance and part ways.

[comfortablygray]

Cool.