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<span class="mu-s">Turnegan, 26th Day of Bacrimun, 883 A.C.E. – Evening - Castle Rabe in the Montbrun Duchy</span>
<span class="mu-i">“Four sons. Four! A rowdy batch sure, and yet I never lost sleep over any of you. How is it that your one sister drives me to my wits end.”</span> Sir Karlaus Rabe contents himself with a short grunt as his father waxes on from his favourite chair in the hall, the one right by the fireplace. The young Rabe knight decides against voicing his long-held view Pa has done nothing but spoil Hildi since the death of Ma. To be fair Karlaus and his brothers have done much the same, doting on their one sister and letting her walk all over them. <span class="mu-i">“Who is this bloody Young Lord Andrei and why am I giving Hildi permission to write him without ever meeting the bloody man!”</span>
<span class="mu-i">“Sure, the air-headed ditz has fallen for a southern flower, but it could be worse.”</span> Sir Rabe shrugs casually, rest an arm on the chair opposite his father. <span class="mu-i">“ The man doesn’t shy from a fight, and he comes from a good family. I wouldn’t fret, old timer.”</span>
<span class="mu-i">“Watch it, boy. I can still take you for a pretty turn in the tiltyard. Have you eating snow before dinner for the umpteenth time.”</span> Lord Hans Rabe glares at his grinning youngest son, a bit of that old fire showing from his days before the rheumatism kicked in. He grunts, breaking the stare to rub at his knee. <span class="mu-i">“Hmph. That bookish physician does assure me House Andrei is an old and proud family, pureblood pedigree. Well I never heard of ‘em.”</span>
<span class="mu-i">“Can’t speak for the rest of the Andrei lot, but I can speak for my good friend Sir Emile Andrei.”</span> Sir Rabe grunts when he sees his father shiver slightly, grabbing another sheepskin blanket from nearby and draping it over his lap. <span class="mu-i"> “If this Damien is half the man his brother is then we’ve nothing to fear.”</span>
<span class="mu-i">“Emile, eh? Yes, you mentioned him. A bonny fighter from the sounds of it.”</span> Lord Rabe shrugs the new cover further up to his shoulders, it’s a cold night in the mountains tonight. <span class="mu-i">“Damn shame he is off on this pilgrimage business, I’ve a feeling warriors of his calibre will be much needed in the time to come. Another log on the fire, my boy. We have much to talk on.”</span>
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