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[hadley_bright]

Hadley-Bright possesses a soldier's fluency in cursing. It is a talent he is currently exhibiting, now that he is at last out of earshot of Sylvette or (he assumes) any other lady. His arm is badly burned; it is safe to assume that this is the source of this stream of foul language. Though he may not ask for it, Hadley-Bright would appreciate a bit

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[dragon_dealer]

Here's a woman, though she'd protest she's not much of a lady. She frowns. "What happened to your arm?"

[hadley_bright]

'I seem to have burnt it, miss,' Hadley-Bright replies. He looks embarrassed.

[dragon_dealer]

"Well yes, obviously. I meant how." She comes up to investigate. She's fairly familiar with burns.

[hadley_bright]

'My coat caught fire.'

[charming_cecy]

And here is the regency version of Cimorene and fellow student of Mr. Srange. She gives him a long look. "You sound as bad as James."

[hadley_bright]

'Please, forgive me, miss.' Hadley-Bright bows and feels like a very great idiot. 'I did not know anyone was present.'

[charming_cecy]

"Well, it was nothing that I haven't heard before. Why were you doing that?"

[hadley_bright]

'Please, do forgive me, miss. I feel quite the fool.' This, of course, is not an answer.