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[thefoodoflove]

*is lounging rather comfortably in a large chair, somewhere where he is easily seen yet not so easily disturbed without the intent of interaction; he has arranged himself into the perfect picture of a relaxing man-- no, of a relaxing Duke, handsome, bored, just waiting for something to catch his fancy

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[norweenish]

*walks by and catches that last bit* Hunting, huh? I used to be pretty good at that.

[thefoodoflove]

Ah! Fair sir, mayhap you would join the hounds and I. What is your fancy, bird or beast?

[norweenish]

Oh, beasts, definitely. I never really got the hang of birds.

[thefoodoflove]

Beasts! They are a fine sport.