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Message: <blockquote data-quote="Raven Crowking" data-source="post: 3192052" data-attributes="member: 18280">"So," said Lord Merryhahn, wiping gravy from his lips.  "You are the slayers of the manticore?  For that, you have my thanks.  This was a harsh winter, and the lands I hold are scattered.  Word of this...infestation...did not reach me until a little less than a week ago, and even then circumstances were such that I could not ride forth immediately.  There has been hardship, and not only among men, for orcs and ogres are raiding many places in force.  Nor can I long remain here.  You have perhaps heard rumors of these purple knights laying claim to the road along the Selwyn?  There, too, I have rights that I must assert or cede.  I know that you have administered fair justice here, and have done so under the banner of the Church -- and it is a right granted the Archdeacon of Selby.  So, again, you have my thanks."The noble refilled his flagon from an earthenware jug of small beer.  He sipped, and his eyes closed in satisfaction."Even so, Defender of Kell's Reach is not a title I would bandy about, were I you.  That title belongs to me, and it belongs to my family when I am gone."  He opened his eyes to look searchingly at Kregor and Horsom.  "I would defend it with my last breath.  Do not mistake more pressing duty elsewhere for apathy, or for cowardice."</blockquote>