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"And for myself, I am simply inquiring as to whether or not Her Grace requires anything of me, while I accompany my friend."

Nodding, Boris replies, "tank you. We wait for him dere."

"Da, hopefully." Walking up to the Guard at the entry to the property, Boris salutes. "Boris Rasputinovich Zheleznyy-kulak abd Shtig to see de Grand Duchess, should she be willing to grant an audience."

The sturdy dwarf (sans weapons) strides up the street, calmly looking around whilst enjoying a good ale purchased from a local vendor. Seeing the impatient Stig walking in circles, Boris walks up to him. "Shtig! How is? You vere wanting to see de Duchess, da? Ve go dis vay." And he sets off...

Agreed. All the NPCs did a fantastic job this weekend.

My vote is also for Dan. The champion battle was great, and the"entertainment" was quite enjoyable. Mr Steve, however, is why I vote for him. I was on my way to bed when he comes up and spent an hour entertaining us. Very funny.

I'm with Jordan on this one. Lindsay's fan girl was hilarious.

"Of course." Boris raises his arms for a pat-down.

Returning from the castle, Boris makes a quick stop at the barracks, depositing his weapons in his locker. Upon exiting the building, the dwarf is quick to follow the advice of one of his comrades. Saluting the guards at the entrance to the Duchess's compound, he says "I vould speak to de...

Nodding, Boris turns and exits the castle, mindful of his compatriot's advice.

Brushing dust off his coat and readjustinghis arsenal, Boris strides carelessly into the castle. He beckons the first servant he sees. When the servant simply rolls his eyes, the dwarf yells "either you help me, or I find what I want myself!" Rather than allow such an uncouth being traipse...

Fresh from his cot, Boris strides through the doors to the Ogre's Head. stopping at the bar for a pint of ale, he heads to the far corner and seats himself with his back to the wall, watching the crowds. He drinks deep, enjoying the taste, and hoping the drinks are no worse when he returns to...

Snapping out of a daze, Deverel chuckles and raises his cup in toast. "For now, my friend, I am fine. But yes, the titles are quite confusing. I find it surprising that one of the Valdenhold is willing to spend years away from the sea on the mainland." The hobling takes another drink.

"Shout my name and jingle some coin, I'll be there." The hobling jokes and smiles. "But really, just talk to one of the street runners and they'll find me. I'm always available for business, and doubly so when the business is conducted alongside friends." At this point the barmaid comes up...

While draining his drink, Deverel's eyes go wide and he chokes a bit at the comment on the Archmage, and chuckles when he realises its a joke. "Strange goings I've missed. I'd assuredly appreciate another drink. Business has been....." the hoblings trails of here looking somewhat dejected...

Catching the intent of the greeting, the hobling grins and takes the offered seat. "I'm doing quite well my friend, quite well indeed. I hear there was some excitement a little while back. I'm sorry to have missed it. I hope everything went well for you. "

Spying the elf sitting at her table, Deverel crosses the establishment with his mead. athe Hobling inclines his head in greeting and asks "Might I join you, m'lady?"

Favourite Moment: I would have to say that my favourite moment was at the end, when all the RP got a little more intense, and all of our opposing views started to form more visible fractures within our group. At the end, I definitely felt the results of some of the emotional investment...

Oog; thought that was in the street

Not seeing anything, the dwarf heads over to a table and takes a seat, enjoying another mouthful of ale.