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smh i also made friskets skin get it right jav
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Friedrich eyed the letter he'd received with a frown. After a moment of thought, he sat down to write a short response. It read as follows: Count Barclay - I have, in a private letter sent to Erwin Bishop, made clear my intentions to completely separate myself from the Bishop family, regardless of the circumstances. As such, I do not plan to attend your moot, although I hold you in the highest respect for choosing to make peace. Forgive the brevity of this letter, but I am running out of vocabulary words and still need to celebrate my fifteenth birthday before the day ends. Friedrich Henrysson
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Friedrich read his sister's letter and rubbed his temple. He intended to have no part in whatever followed, but he could not help but be somewhat curious to see how things went.
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Friedrich read his brother's letter, (could they even be considered brothers anymore?) and simply laughed. After Erwin's disrespect of their beloved father after his death - his poor treatment of their siblings as well, what sort of man would Friedrich be if he kept the family name?
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Friedrich Bishop's hands tremble as he looks down at his father's letter. He reads it twice, three times, five, and then carefully folds it and places it in his pocket, a grim set to his face. He supposed it was a sign. Time to go. He looked around at his bedroom, cleaned of all his belongings, and slipped downstairs. Freddy locked the front door behind himself, ditching his key under the doormat. His meagre saved-up allowance jangled in his pockets, and he set off down the road, Norland-bound.
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Aruan inspected both missives with a dispassionate gaze. He burned both, and set down to pen letters to both Daria and Rosalind, offering his two dear friends asylum and protection.
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The young Friedrich Bishop stared for a long moment at his and his friend's flyer, before nodding. He adjusted his construction-paper crown, face stoic, and stood firmly at the gates of Fort Nuurlund, ready for whatever trials the new child monarchs would face. Uneasy lies the head that wears a crown.
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Aruan froze, avoiding the gentleman's eyes. "Well, I, uh. I'm just passing through?" He looked out at the sea of people and grimaced. "I'm sure any of those things would be lovely, but, uh. I don't exactly know who you are? Um..." The crush of people disembarking the ship pushed Aruan away from the gentleman, and when he looked back, he couldn't find him any longer. With a shrug, Aruan continued on his way. It would probably be more trouble than it was worth to track him down.
