still looking for a smith: attn Zara (also open)

[lionbright]

For whatever reasons mainly his lame typist Lleu still hasn't managed to rid himself of the iron thrall's bands around his throat and wrist. He is on the terrace lashing lathes of wood together for Arthur to practice with, but would easily wander off elsewhere given the right motive...

T: we are so sporadic. :p

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[unhappysteward]

His typist is fine, thank you. Kay comes out of the mansion, cursing quietly under his breath. When he sees Lleu, however, he pulls himself back together. "Good day, lad."

[lionbright]

sorry, did you say something?

[unhappysteward]

All of which is funnier for the fact I made a typo in the original post.

[lionbright]

"He said there are stables." And goes a bit red. "I never thought to look."

[unhappysteward]

"There are, though I don't get out to them much, myself. Heard rumors of mews recently too."

[lionbright]

"Mews! I've not explored properly."

[unhappysteward]

He shrugs. "I've not seen them myself. But I've not looked properly."