[The voice here is not in Reaver's usual un-affected accent but rather a gentle, cultured accent of a rich man from the deep south -- close to Georgia by the sound of it]
People of Bargewood! Byron Reaver, here, your most humble servant. It is my distinguished privilege to bring to you wonderful news! It is gentle, god-fearing, and hardworking
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Don't you want safer travel? Imports and exports? Plentiful jobs for all?
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Three grown men, weeping as they hand over the deeds to their properties. Within....mm. Two weeks.
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Seven days is my count, but what shall we wager?
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[laaaabored sigh]
I suppose there can be no wager, then. I had thought that at least there might be something that you wanted...
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Good god, the rail road. Town'll go to hell in a hand basket
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As it is, the railway's going to be a sight for sore eyes. I had to ride into town from [INSERT NEAREST TOWN NAME HERE]
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May I invite you and your wife to take supper at my house this evening?
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