A young man walks in, dressed well in what must be the best fashions of his time. His face, though naturally given to a smile, is watchful, as if he (and, to be honest, he is) unsure of his surroundings. He leans against the wall.I can't help but notice this isn't England. Or perhaps it is a part of it that I don't know, but it isn't like any place
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Bonjour, monsieur. *beams*
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That's right. How did you know?
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I have never heard of England. I should very much hope that this is not that place. Perhaps it is though. It is not The Dark World.
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I fear I've never heard of your Dark World, either. *more curious than perturbed* How strange this all is!
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No one I have yet met knows of it. *looks upset at that, but not too much* I welcome you though to this place, wherever this place may be. I am Milla Talon-Hand of the Far Raiders, and I will permit you to call me Milla.
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I thank you for the welcome, and the permission, for that matter. I have the fortune to be Andrew Ffoulkes, at your service.
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