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Post by The Smith on May 20, 2011 21:08:51 GMT -5
Allard looked at her, "I am not sure I understand you quip." He studied her trying to work it out. "I can only assume it not that amusing."
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Post by The Flint on May 20, 2011 21:15:21 GMT -5
Summer smiled, and tried to suppress a chuckle, "No milord, I suppose it wasn't. Your father's generosity has been overwhelming. It is quite the party. "
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Post by The Smith on May 20, 2011 21:38:00 GMT -5
Allard nodded, "When I am Lord, my parties will be far more lavish. This is extremely restrained."
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Post by Helyn Caron on May 20, 2011 21:38:59 GMT -5
Helyn stood quietly still blushing
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Post by The Flint on May 20, 2011 21:41:55 GMT -5
Allard nodded, "When I am Lord, my parties will be far more lavish. This is extremely restrained." "What would you add to this party to make it truly outstanding?" She asked, leaning forward curiously.
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Post by The Smith on May 20, 2011 22:05:28 GMT -5
"Lions for every one, and Diamond mugs. Perhaps a gilded dance floor." Allard smiled, "I could certain do better then Bettley."
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Post by The Flint on May 20, 2011 22:06:58 GMT -5
"Real lions..." Summer smiled, "Oh, if they were little cubs, that would be absolutely adorable," she said, cooing slyly. "Has Lord Piers done much to earn your enmity milord? He seems quite popular... I was not quite certain it was deserved."
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Post by The Smith on May 20, 2011 22:31:55 GMT -5
Allard laughed, "All he has done is stick his silver tongue up the ass of my father. With out my father's guidance Piers would be a poor lackey instead of a rich one."
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Post by The Flint on May 20, 2011 22:39:33 GMT -5
Summer smiled slyly, "Well... if that's his job, I'd suggest he be well rewarded. I'd not do that for any price!" She giggled, "But you milord are clearly no lackey. Not for gold, silver or honors awarded by kings and princes." she smiled.
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Post by The Smith on May 20, 2011 22:46:54 GMT -5
Allard shoke his head, "Oh no... I am my own man. And the first thing I shall do as lord is clear away this rubbish. Bettley, Jast, Clegane, and Yew... they need to retire... or worse." He smiled, and winked at her.
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Post by The Flint on May 20, 2011 22:56:36 GMT -5
Summer frowned, "Are you certain milord? These fellas, if you'll forgive an ignorant girl her phrase... well they seem like a right stubborn bunch of ticks on a long suffer'n dog. I ain't so sure they'd go quietly."
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Post by The Smith on May 20, 2011 23:11:15 GMT -5
Allard chuckled, "Then I will make them go." He snorted as if that was perfectly obivous.
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Post by The Flint on May 20, 2011 23:13:37 GMT -5
"What if they strike first?" Summer asked, with concern, "Certainly they aren't as clever as you milord, but that Piers especially has a certain low cunning." She frowned and grasp the hem of her dress, displaying some fright.
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Post by The Smith on May 20, 2011 23:25:06 GMT -5
Allard chuckled, "Perhaps, but they can not for they love my father too much, and when he passes it will already be too late."
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Post by The Flint on May 20, 2011 23:30:20 GMT -5
Summer smiled, "That is good to hear milord. I knew a clever man like yer'self would be ready and waiting."
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