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<blockquote data-quote="GnomeWorks" data-source="post: 191014" data-attributes="member: 162">A joke, from Keith?&nbsp; Unusual.&nbsp; I wouldn't expect him to jest, especially at a time like this...Or am I just being too tense?&nbsp; No, no, I'm not being too tense, nor am I over-reacting.&nbsp; One of us could have died today.&nbsp; I'm still convinced that Rallyn wasn't entirely healthy... but he'll sleep it off.&nbsp; It's none of my concern...&quot;Okay.&quot; Charlotte says simply, heading towards her room.&quot;I'm afraid that there is only one bed in my room, and the floor isn't very comfortable.&quot; She says to Keith as they walk along. &quot;I don't have much in the way of furnishings, either...&quot;She walks to her door, opens it, and allows Keith in.&quot;Well, this is my room... home sweet home, I guess...&quot;A plain bed in the corner is unkempt and unmade, and a suit of well-crafted studded leather lies upon it in a heap.&nbsp; A desk is situated next to the bed at a right angle, and there are a few quills and a stack of parchment on it.&nbsp; A small shelf above the head of the bed carries a holder for Charlotte's rapier.&nbsp; A closet in the left wall is open, and reveals a few pairs of clothing, some hanging on a bar situated at about head-height for Charlotte, and one or two in piles on the closet's floor.&nbsp; Other than that, the room is relatively bare.Perhaps I should have cleaned this up before I left this morning... too late now, besides - I'm not the tidiest of people...</blockquote>

[QUOTE="GnomeWorks, post: 191014, member: 162"] [i]A joke, from Keith? Unusual. I wouldn't expect him to jest, especially at a time like this...[/i] [i]Or am I just being too tense? No, no, I'm not being too tense, nor am I over-reacting. One of us could have died today. I'm still convinced that Rallyn wasn't entirely healthy... but he'll sleep it off. It's none of my concern...[/i] "Okay." Charlotte says simply, heading towards her room. "I'm afraid that there is only one bed in my room, and the floor isn't very comfortable." She says to Keith as they walk along. "I don't have much in the way of furnishings, either..." She walks to her door, opens it, and allows Keith in. "Well, this is my room... home sweet home, I guess..." A plain bed in the corner is unkempt and unmade, and a suit of well-crafted studded leather lies upon it in a heap. A desk is situated next to the bed at a right angle, and there are a few quills and a stack of parchment on it. A small shelf above the head of the bed carries a holder for Charlotte's rapier. A closet in the left wall is open, and reveals a few pairs of clothing, some hanging on a bar situated at about head-height for Charlotte, and one or two in piles on the closet's floor. Other than that, the room is relatively bare. [i]Perhaps I should have cleaned this up before I left this morning... too late now, besides - I'm not the tidiest of people...[/i] [/QUOTE]

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