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*is lounging rather comfortably in a large chair, somewhere where he is easily seen yet not so easily disturbed without the intent of interaction; he has arranged himself into the perfect picture of a relaxing man-- no, of a relaxing Duke, handsome, bored, just waiting for something to catch his fancy*
Ah-- *he announces to the air with the wave of a hand* what day, what e'en. Is it not fair? 'Tis fair to me, or so seemed it once, afore the colours dulled. One shade lost, I ask 'what is one shade to me?' What was to the warrior Odysseus one shade, yet I-- *little idle chuckle* I am not he, nor my bride the faithful weaver, though faithful would she be.
*then suddenly, the flicker of another thought* Mayhap a hunt.
Ah-- *he announces to the air with the wave of a hand* what day, what e'en. Is it not fair? 'Tis fair to me, or so seemed it once, afore the colours dulled. One shade lost, I ask 'what is one shade to me?' What was to the warrior Odysseus one shade, yet I-- *little idle chuckle* I am not he, nor my bride the faithful weaver, though faithful would she be.
*then suddenly, the flicker of another thought* Mayhap a hunt.