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| − | '''Roleplay from Sorsha McDowell:'''
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| − | After making sure everything was taken care of in Qubel, Sorsha began preparing to move out. She gave the last directions to her men and looked out the area one last time.
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| − | As she turned, she noticed a young scribe standing before her. “Lady Sorsha McDowell?” he asked slowly with a small frown.
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| − | “Yes,” she answered quickly, “you appear confused” she noted and he gave his head a small shake. “Only surprised,” he corrected and then handed her a letter. Upon seeing the seal on the letter, she opened it and read it.
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| − | <i>“Ye who claims to be Dame Sorsha,
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| − | I ask you to visit my estate so that I may discuss who you really are. I do so hope you are no pretender. For if you are I shall have your head.</i>
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| − | Sir Mathias Ridder
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| − | Duke of Port Nebel”
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| − | Her eyes narrowed slightly and her stomach turned into knots. She had known this moment would arrive, she simply did not think it would be this soon. Reaching into her pocket, she handed the scribe a silver coin and asked him to wait, while she personally wrote a reply.
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| − | <i>“Duke Mathias,
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| − | I will come to your estate as requested. Perhaps since you were unable to believe the words of Nastasia Starblaze, you will now believe it with your eyes that I am no pretender.”</i>
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| − | When she returned she gave him the letter and cupped his chin, making him look up. “Take a long look at me,” she said softly.
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| − | He did as she asked and after a minute he looked back to her eyes. “Good,” she smiled warmly and reached into her purse again, adding another coin to his first. “I would like you to make haste and bring this reply to your lord, and make sure you tell him everything you saw, accurately. He probably won’t believe your words, do not press him needlessly it is my concern, not yours.”
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| − | The young scribe nodded once and ran off in the other direction. “It will be a start,” she whispered.
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