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[impure_tale]

Thirty days. I have decided to impose an opening night for our little play, which seems to go at the same pace when it comes to preparation, and whether the lot of you are prepared or not, the event will be staged then. I can't abide any further delays on account of disappearances or laziness. Once it is finished we'll all have one less task at

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[inhumandog]

Wonderful. How are you feeling?

[impure_tale]

Like an old man.

[inhumandog]

Of course.

Was this a general update or did you have something else to say?

[impure_tale]

You know that I must look in on you.

[itweresport]

Sir, I did see a black dog trailing a line behind. I did not think to catch it; it were not a strange sort of thing to see dogs roamin' about the town. They always returned home when they were in want of food.

[impure_tale]

I would rest with more ease having her back in my cabin.

[itweresport]

Shall I catch her for you?

[impure_tale]

She should come when called. Her name is Renate.

[impure_tale]

Less dramatic, more...overexcitable.

[impure_tale]

Her name is Renate.

Infirmary Staff.

[thegooddrjones]

I'm on duty til four today, if you want to come in before than. If not I can go help and look for Renate once my shift is done.

Infirmary Staff.

[impure_tale]

I'll be along shortly.

Infirmary Staff. (Spam/Assume?]

[thegooddrjones]

All right.

[Spam]

[impure_tale]

[The Marquis took a little longer than he expected, but then he was also limping. Coming in, he offered what he hoped was a genial smile, but he was immediately looking for someplace to sit down.]