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Chamberbot, the foul mouthed and foul smelling Man-at-Arms notices the poster. He remarks: "Oi cannae be sure wot'dah'fock d'is t'ing 'ere says, but it look' as pretty as en Orenian laddey dressed in d'ere foin silk dressus.." 

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Ophelia Romanov giggled at how accurate the poster was.

 

“They seemed to capture how decrepit those old bastards look! How beautifully accurate!”

 

Her laughter could echo across a large theater at the depictions of these ugly men. The elf couldn’t help but simply write her discovery into her leather bond booklet before slipping it into her foxskin satchel.

 

”How quaint! How joyous it is to see these haughty hounds be put in their place. Men like these do not even deserve the saliva from my mouth. Haughty and feeble men whom behave like vicious hounds, do not deserve a morsel of any support they receive from the incestuous noble women I see dragging beneath their wrinkled feet.” The woman’s French accent struggled at the word ‘wrinkled’, but the statement was well spoken overall despite her talking to herself. 

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Kavrel scratches his head "It's nice art." The man says simply before going back to his sparring match. Not bothering to read much further that necessary. 

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"Between ze Goats of Sedan und angry peasantry, zhis empire seems to be on ist last legs." Albrecht Mondblume would remark as he passed the poster, leaving his property in the City of Providence for the foreseeable future.

 

"Ein gutt day to be ein Haenseman." he'd say as was let out of the gate by uneasy ISA soldiers. He'd then wrap his fur cloak around him tighter, preparing for the long journey back North.

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Jeremiah Arcel chuckles as his gaze crosses over the poster "HA. All too true there, all too true." He would take a sip of his carrion black and lean back in his chair, putting his feet up on the bar of the tavern. "Cant wait to see the what becomes of this wretch of a nation...a reckoning'll be comin soon to those dusty old farts" He says to himself under his breath before dozing off for a short nap, wrapping himself in his fleece robes.

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