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Message: <blockquote data-quote="Ralts Bloodthorne" data-source="post: 6286910" data-attributes="member: 6390">FrellaThe Lord Bishop nods, and one of the lagoo women wipes his forehead of the sweat that has beaded there. "Dinner will be served later, once this abominable heat has lessened somewhat." He points toward the stairs, where Juvenna, one of Bishop Frella's personal servants, is moving down toward the throne room. "I do believe she is one of yours, is she not? Ensure that your quarters are to your satisfaction." He turns to one of the newly branded servants. "Accompany his eminence, in case he has need of something to make his personal quarters in this crude place a proper place of residence for one of his stature."Juvenna stops in front of Frella, going down on her knees and prostrating herself. "We have unpacked, as you are accustomed to, your eminence." She says, her forehead pressed against the floor tile.Smythe"Yes, milord." The matronly tuskanini says. She turns to the others. "Gather antlers from the shop down the street, their lordships wish the decorations to be antlers.""You, Spear Carrier Uvensen, stay here, ensure that nobody attempts to disturb the tuskaninis or this place." The Church Army officer says, obviously trying to keep some authority. "The Scout Captain is correct." He turns and waves at the door, bowing gracefully as he does so. "If you and your marines will be so kind as to accompany us, I believe they are almost ready to make sure that none of the heretics escaped into the jungle."Outside, from the gate, the sound of officers blowing whistles can be heard over the background of grieving wailing, the crackling of flames, and the sporadic gunshot.</blockquote>

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