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Maximillian	Jul 24 2008, 05:01 PM
Grand Duke of Nautilla Posts: 200 Group: Co-Admin Member #8 Joined: June 8, 2008	"Did somebody say travel?" Maximillian suddenly springing to life with nary a care what happened to him just a few moments ago. The word travel seemed to have that particular effect on the man. It was still evident though that the Nautillian was still perturbed and uneasy in the company of a woman. It was then that Maximillian once again employed his skill in deducting before letting a single word escape his lips. Now it isn't normal for a lady to travel alone which means this woman is not any ordinary lass. Furthermore, during that brief time in which I was in the throes of losing my consciousness her steed had some sort of communication with her, which would imply that she has some sort of powers or anything she keeps under her sleeves which by any means allows her and the beast to keep in one mind so to speak. Adding to that her garments would reveal that she has recently traveled long and distant and probably even from Ethreas. Last of all her bags which she carries and her horse smelled like herbs and spices of which in my memory smelled familiar. Smelled like... my grandam. Now, a woman traveling alone, with only her steed and wits: best keep an eye on the situation. "Pray do tell me milady and forgive my inquisitiveness, Istria you say your journey ends, a pressing matter it is to travel to a place so construed by misery and anguish yet." Maximillian taking a seat opposite the fire, draining his mug. "T'would not be best to travel right now to the city. Flames and woes oft not make best of elements." Taking his weird timepiece out of his coat, Maximillian noted a few things. Though the Nautillian looked drunk and unguarded, he already had a few plans in case anything got awry. He always was this: in the company of women. The timepiece whirred and moved, till finally it stopped unto a small symbol engraved upon face of the watch. Twas the symbol of a violet fog, and Maximillian's eyes narrowed as he pocketed it. "Here take this, it looks like you need it." Pouring a cup of his own brew unto another mug and passing it to their new companion. "Forgive me for being so, but you looked like been through rough travel. T'would be best if you unsaddle your friend over there and let him graze a bit. He looks tired. And a bit young to traveling such long distances." "Incidentally," Maximillian through his waxed mustached turning to the woman, "How goes my old friend, the Archmagi of Ethreas? I trust he is in good spirits?"


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