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[loyalrebel]

My wife- Melissa is gone.

I thought others should know sooner than the usual announcement.

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[willyousee]

Oh shitballs.

[Whoops. Let's just.... pretend he didn't say that. Yes.]

Would you prefer wine, or a sparring session?

[loyalrebel]

Wine, I am too weary of things to want to spar.

I cannot promise to be pleasant company, however.

[willyousee]

Since when has being pleasant company mattered? Would you care to come to my room? There is a place that you might enjoy nearby. It is at least relaxing.

[loyalrebel]

Worse than usual.

...I will be along shortly.

Psychic > Action

[willyousee]

Perhaps I'll broach a barrel, then. I'll see you soon.



[ Alcuin's door is open and there is a soft clinking of glass coming from inside when Malik arrives. It turns out that Alcuin is bewinged at the moment and is loading a tray with glassware: one heavy cut-crystal stemless wine glass with Blood of my enemies etched onto it, one more delicate with lilies climbing the glass, and one with a bold raven's feather. A decanter of ice water and a bowl of grapes and melon balls are also on the tray. And right about where a closet would be, there's a new door in his room. ]

Come in, Malik. Almost ready.