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[ensorceler]

[Adonis Casey and Max Briest]

To my two most giving and worldly friends, Master Casey and Mistress Briest,

I cannot describe the joy you have brought into my life with the gifts that I have discovered at my doorstep. I must confess I did not practice patience when receiving, immediately seeking locations for these painting I wish to now seek out, and thinking of ways to put such fine cloths and adornments to their most valuable use.

I thank you, most gladly, though I know not what I did to receive such presents. I would insist that you allow me to return such kindness in any way that I am able.

Your (finely giddy) friend,
Anne Boleyn

[/Adonis Casey and Max Briest]

[Saul Goodman]

The Right Honorable Saul Goodman,

I thank you for taking the time to read such a humble request from one such as myself, and go further to ask for your company when you feel it best. Think not of anything worth concern; this is most assuredly an amiable call.

Most respectfully,
Anne Boleyn

[/Saul Goodman]

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Good people of Exsilium, I greet you all on this fine eve. I would inquire after the recommendation of a well and trusted smithy... One who can be trusted with a fine jewel as much as he can be trusted with a sword.

I must also wonder if any might know the location of a good hall worthy of banquets and all grand forms of entertainment. Only the size is a necessity... I am certain the rest can handle itself readily.

Should any procure any answers to these curiosities, I would be most grateful.

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[ensorceler]

You might be surprised to know I have stepped on quite a few toes in my own younger days.

[ Um well maybe once. She's a smashing dancer, she's just being nice. ]

[of_the_lake]

I certainly am. Though, I'm sure many young men deserve such a thing, so it may just even out.

How have your plans gone so far, by the way?

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[ensorceler]

[ Anne laughs freely, highly entertained by his observations. ]

So often the ones who do are the ones to least expect it.

[ensorceler]

I have not found anything yet, but I am certain to keep my eyes wide open and my ears forever listening.

[of_the_lake]

I know my own mind is not suited for decoration, however I may be capable of taking in outside influence from a familiar source.

It will be difficult to manipulate, but if you're interested in my fortress--perhaps I may direct you to my lady Master.

[ensorceler]

[ Lady Master, that's a new one. Whatever happened to Mistress? ]

But it must be beyond the walls, must it not?

[of_the_lake]

[He wouldn't like the term, despite the fact that 'Lady Master' is an awkward way of holding onto formality and technicality. Lancelot doesn't like the fact that he's already too butler-esque in the first place.]

For the moment. If I locate an abandoned building, technically--I can turn it into the castle temporarily by altering the space.

[ensorceler]

[ Hey even she calls her queen her mistress! But that's irrelevant, because Anne just got a ladyboner for magic all of a sudden. He's like a good witch. ]

Even so, I would insist on the building being made a permanent beauty, to always be on display and able to hold feasts...

But to be able to turn it into a castle of the Pendragons for an occasion, oh, you would make my very dreams come alive! If possible my anticipation for such events has only grown.

[of_the_lake]

[He thought about that a moment. Anne's own desires made him clearly remember the last memory he had in that castle. It was being seized by the Pendragons so they could apprehend Guinevere.

Though, that memory would have sullied Anne's excitement over the matter, so he didn't bother shining light on it.]

I am not certain it would come with ease. I take it then, you're willing to converse with my lady Master on the details?

[ensorceler]

For certain, if only I would save it for a very special event.

[of_the_lake]

Then, I will do my utmost.

Have you met a woman by the name of 'Flora'?

[ensorceler]

I have not.

[of_the_lake]

She has soft chestnut skin and brown hair. Often times she wears very.

[Lancelot stopped himself. He would try not to be rude.

He failed.]

Loud clothing. All things aside, she is also a fairy. [As if that would help.]

[ensorceler]

[ She is to consort with a fae? Hold up, hold up... She needs a moment. ]

Well enough. This is your mistress?

[of_the_lake]

[The fairiest of fair fairies.]

You may say so. In her own time, she uses rather impressive magic on her own, so she may be able to convert the image you portray to her in my mind.