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Strelein von Rosnete · 01-20-2012, 08:58 PM

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Smiling serenely at the trickster woman, Strel noted her position. She was playing the subservient card, and doing it well. He was one for courtier behavior, with the bowing and the scraping and the dramatics of a true court .Hard to find nowadays but still something the man truly enjoyed. At least Terra understood what she had done, though she probably did not understand that trespassing in his rooms was an offense he truly could punish her for. There was no rule against it other than the stigma of getting caught at it. Theft was taken with a light hand here though the Dauphin would not approve a bit of the theft of his own possessions. The slap on the wrist he would give might have been harder than if it was on someone of a lower rank. Putting up warning signs wouldn't help stop it, either. He himself was unable to read and never bothered to learn to.

"Like a fox, you say?" he asked, looking at the fabric as though musing about her words. "A red one, yes. I think if I had any red fox pelts it would make a good liner, don't you think?" It was all rhetorical of course, since the tailor rarely sought the opinions of other people regarding his work. Then his eye saw a fault in the fabric that could not have been there before; it had been pulled against something and became uneven with the rest of the fabric. Laying it on the bed with a sigh, Strel looked plainly at the woman waiting for him. "So what were you doing in here?" he asked plainly, amusement still twinkling in his eyes though the intensity of it had gone down a tad. It was more disappointment that the cloth had been damaged though he had not yet checked if it had interfered with the patterns.

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