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Post by Horas on Jun 11, 2011 14:35:50 GMT -5
Ryam looks a little confused. "I will. I mean, I won't. Put him out of a job, I mean."
Hugo chuckles deeply. "Alright, lad, don't give Lord Florent a reason to rethink this now."
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Post by Quenton Baratheon on Jun 11, 2011 14:45:40 GMT -5
"I think the matter is settled," Florent responds.
He reaches for his wine and raises it.
"To the successful squirehood of Ryam Redwyne."
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Post by Horas on Jun 11, 2011 14:48:55 GMT -5
Hugo raises his glass as well. "May there long be friendship between our houses."
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Post by Quenton Baratheon on Jun 11, 2011 14:54:21 GMT -5
Alphonse nods his head firmly in agreement.
He kicks back his chair and stands.
He calls a toast out loudly.
"To House Redwyne!"
House Florent responds appropriately.
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Post by Horas on Jun 11, 2011 15:05:00 GMT -5
"And House Florent!" Hugo roars back, and is echoed by his entourage.
The Lord Redwyne proceeds to get merrily drunk. He swings Lady Florent once around the dance floor, then does a jig with half of her maids and ladies-in-waiting. Young Ryam finally draws up the courage to ask Dacey Florent to dance, while his younger brother sneaks into the Strongwine and ends up retching in the hall. The Redwynes retire late in the night and sleep well. They begin their journey back to the Arbor in the morning.
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Hope you all are well and happy.