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[agravaiting]

He rides in on a horse that looks like it's seen better days, in worn and bloody gear, and the first words out of his mouth are "Jesus be damned." Turns out these words are addressed to the horse, because he follows it up by leaning along her neck and adding, "Of all the places to bring me, you Satan-bred animal. Where the hell is it?"

Then he

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[lovingknight]

"Uncle." He smiles a bit, though not overly familiar. "Well met." You know, unless that's not okay.

[lovingknight]

He grins. "I will look forward to it, then."

[agravaiting]

Agravain nods, looking very pleased.