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Joseph d'Azor huffed "She should've taken the necklace..."

An Orenian Kitchenmaster confronting a novice Kitchen aide having burnt the Kings Iron ore and lentil soup.

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The Duke of Azor dipped his head upon reading the missive, they seemed to come without end lately, another poured drink, another set of memories, another life lost too soon...

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The Duke of Azor pursed his lips as he read of the girls passing, although they had not spoken in some years he always harbored a degree of respect and care for the young girl who had come to him one day many years prior, simply seeking help. "Rest easy...Vasi... you deserve it.. You went through so very much." The man shed a few tears tucking the letter into his coat pocket as he paced, remembering their conversations long since passed, and her desire for peace.

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Joseph d'Azor frowns at the loss of such a great scholar.

The Duke of Azor read from the missive at a large wooden desk within his home, the halls were quiet around him as he read of the Kings passing. An enemy, one he had done his best to study, the one his father and the Emperors of yore had told him to be wary of. "One day a King of Haense will try it young Joseph, you must be ready, you all must be...." The words of John VIII once spoken to Joseph d'Azor run through his ears as clear as day. "The Haeseni lack in numbers what they make up for in nationalistic zeal, their king is their ultimate icon, all would die for him." The Count of Susa's advice also came rearing back. And yet when the war came it was not so black and white as what was originally printed to the Duke when he was but a boy, every coin has its side, and at least from the stories Joseph had heard, the tales spoken and reports read, King Sigismund had many. A king of firm repute. Joseph d'Azor let out a long sigh as he folded the missive "And so falls another, and yet no joy is brought, only sadness at life lost..." The former Archchancellor considered it all for a moment as he endeavored to pour out a drink for late king that night. Joseph stood at that coughing raggedly into his handkerchief a bit of red, quickly tucking that away as he continued to pace in his exile.

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Sir Henry Marshall a staunch Knight of the Empire held out a ripe yellow banana cracking it open for the orc as he entered the seven skies.

The Duke of Azor read over the news with a pause, a sigh emitted as he set the parchment down stepping to the edge of the tower as he looked off into the sunset considering for several long moments his friendship with the woman who had been through so much in her life. "She deserved a quiet life far far before this..." The man remarked to himself closing his eyes for a few moments as he retreated back into the halls of his exile, another friend lost, so many lost in recent years. Would he be the last? Did it Even matter if he was? Thoughts ran through Josephs mind as he unscrewed the top of his flask taking a long swig, consuming the liquid within easily he poured a second flask out for her.

Leopold Edwin frowned, burying the remains of Snailkita Snailpin I in a shallow grave in the haeseni woods. "Snailkita the second will be better..." He remarked to his friend Ekaterina. "He has to be..." @cherrybud