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Message: <blockquote data-quote="Scotley" data-source="post: 2513749" data-attributes="member: 11520">GavrilAt the sound of a scream Gavril's hand flies to his sword hilt and the blade is bared so quickly it almost seems to leap from the scabbard. Regardless of his foppish appearance the man holds the well used sword like a master. He moves with grace despite the bad leg and turns to examine the small fellow by the hearth. Seeing the creature's small size he grins. "I don't guess you'll need a very big bed, perhaps there is an infant's crib about the place?" With a flourish the blade hisses back into the scabbard. Gavril looks around and finds his elderly servant huddled behind the pile of baggage a fencing mask on his head and a badminton racket clutched firmly in both hands. “Diddious, its good to see you can still move so fast. If only you were so zealous when I give you an order.” Seeing the older man’s face fall Gavril relents, “I’m only kidding Diddious, a finer servant I could not wish for. Why don’t you find our room and put this stuff away?”  Turning back to the newcomer. "So tell me your name fellow, I am Gavril Lorant, the fencing master. I am new to this land and have never seen one such as you before."</blockquote>