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[notridiculous]

Enter one incredibly handsome Southern Prince. Southern being Calormen. His skin is dark from the sun and his face is noble, his garb fine. Dark hair is wrapped in a turban, and he sits atop a worthy steed (a horse, mind you, not a Horse, this creature is dumb, incapable of speech). He seems rather startled by the sudden change of surroundings, but

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[fair_hero]

Hero peeks up at him and curtsies shyly. "Good morrow, sir--"

[notridiculous]

And he offers a bow in Calormen style (for it is not the same as other bows). "Lady."

[fair_hero]

"How do you, sir?"

[notridiculous]

"Poorly, Fair Maid." is his response. "May the Gods have blessed you with more pleasant days."

[illgotten]

"Horse goes where you tell him to go, man. Not his fault if you give lousy directions." Mordred folds his arms, looking up at him skeptically. "Not that I expect either of you were headed here."

[notridiculous]

"Nay. Not here." He agrees. "Where is here?"

[illgotten]

"Good question. Mostly we call it the Mansion, which is scintillating, I know, but at least it's easy to remember."

[notridiculous]

"The Mansion." He repeats, as if it's the most amusing thing he has heard in a long while. "Pray, where is the Manor's Lord?"

[your_caretaker]

Neil is trying to remove some of the mistletoe scattered around the mansion, to save other people the embarrassment. Being on a ladder with a crippled leg is awkward, however, so when the man approaches he's quick to put two feet down on the veranda again. "The rest of us can't blame horses. Why don't you sit down, take a load off. Where are you from?"

[notridiculous]

He shows no sign of sitting. "I am of Calormen. It is usual then for one to suddenly find themselves here?"

[your_caretaker]

"I've never heard of it, sorry. You are lost." Neil shrugs and sits on the porch himself. "It seems to be. Like taking a wrong turn in a desert and finding a mirage. Although I personally was in a rather populated area when I stepped here."

[notridiculous]

"...The Lion will be displeased with me." A look like fright touches his face.

[sweariwontdie]

Armand tries to hide his amusement. The expressions some people seem to wear when they end up here can be entertaining. "Are you lost, monsieur?"

[notridiculous]

"Perhaps." He answers, warily. "This is not where I had hoped to come in any event."

[sweariwontdie]

"That happens to a lot of people. Where were you trying to go?"

[high_king_peter]

*and here's Peter, looking as dignified as he can -- which is quite dignified, considering he's in his Narnian clothes* *shortly* Prince Rabadash.

[notridiculous]

*...This is not the Peter he knows of course. He's taller. And bearded. But this man is definitely the High King of Barbaric Narnia.* ... *most charming smile* High King Peter over Narnia and the Lone Islands.

[high_king_peter]

*rather drily* I'd suggest being kinder to your horse. He's not the one who's supposed to know where you were headed, after all.

[notridiculous]

*and here he wants to snap and say something rude, but it's rather impossible, because somewhere? He's still holding on to some hope that he'll marry Susan* I did not harm the beast.

Tell me, how have you faired?