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Message: <blockquote data-quote="Bobitron" data-source="post: 2665895" data-attributes="member: 25479">"Now now, Mr. Faryse. While I can understand your anger, these are our guest and deserve to be treated as such." Evangaline di la Travasse took a careful step back from the table where a rivulet of blood came ever closer to her shoe. "I have no more desire for this uncleanliness than you do, sir, but as you can see, our young mechanik is making room as we speak." Her eyes hold a twinkle of merriment at her steward's discomfort, but she has so far managed to keep the laughter from reaching her tongue.Reaching up to the back of her head, she releases her hair from the tight ponytail with the pull of a ribbon, allowing her voluminous locks to flow freely. "I do so need a bath, Mr. Faryse. Perhaps you can prepare one while we deal with this uncleanliness? Thank you so very much, my dear man."Eva found long ago that the best way to deal with Faryse's outbursts was to treat him gently and give him something else to do. He had proven to be a fine steward; one she was not willing to lose. Faryse had traveled with Eva from her home in the cultured Llaelese capital city of Merywyn, and she had grown to appreciate his blustering manner and his obvious care for her well-being. He felt almost like a grandfather at this point, and his scolding could bring the color to her cheeks like none other than her father could.Turning to face her companions, Eva lets out a sigh. "While I confess, Sergei, that this income gained from the corpses is welcome, I can't help but wish we could find some work a little less... distasteful." She speaks the word cautiously, worried about insulting the man's chosen profession.</blockquote>

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