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Irena's features were wrought with worry as she perused the announcement. "Perhaps it will be easy - only an apology, simple enough." she thought aloud, tucking the parchment away.

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 Alric var Ruthern clamboured about the hilltop fortress of Morteskvan. "Something worthy to come down from the hills again if they keep this up."

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Tihomir Ivanovich read the missive. "She was invited to sit down after some banter... oy vey...."

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An elf, old friend of some Rutherns from a far away land read the missive before commenting "Last time someone messed with this family, it did not work out well... Welp one must hope for the best!"

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"Merciful terms." Spoke Dzmitry Barrow, a very distance relative of those born of Ruthern.

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Valerius Montalt honed his blade before preparing to journey to Hanseti-Ruska to help his Ruthern allies with pest control.

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Amou sighs, placing his cup of hot tea up to his lips to take a sip before shaking his head. He was reading through his missives on the balcony whilst he was killing time before his eye spotted such; "Haense and Celia'nor, bound only by dramatics and gossip. . ." The creature's golden gaze looked over across the landscape of Celia'nors new city but his sight was blocked by the massive ******* building blocking such.

Amou sighs, placing his cup of hot tea up to his lips to take a sip before shaking his head. He was reading through his missives on the balcony whilst he was killing time before his eye spotted such; "Haense and Celia'nor, bound only by dramatics and gossip. . ." The creature's golden gaze looked over across the landscape of Celia'nors new city but his sight was blocked by the massive ******* building blocking such.

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Louna had been with few others when the missive was delivered. Her gaze carefully scans it, an unreadable expression on her face. She had nodded about the apology - to her that was fair. She decides swiftly that she will take up handling this.

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In the courtyard of Koppány, a particular heir simmered between stances and the clashes of shashkas in practice, after the missive had been issued. Never again, would she let such disrespect fly off someone’s tongue in Korvaczi halls.

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Antonio Flavio Fuentes prepares to help his Ruthern younger!

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