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Message: <blockquote data-quote="Fenris" data-source="post: 3793492" data-attributes="member: 2820">Tristan heartily digs into his light meal of a whole chicken, a mound of young potatoes and a pile of squash and eggplant. Draining the last of his wine, he wipes his mouth with his napkin."That should hold me until we reach His Lordship's estate" he says with a wink."Alright, it seems we will be going armed, mes amis. Though I feel sorry for any bandit who came across us, armed or no" adds Tristan holding up a dining knife, nearly obscurred in one hand, uses his great thumb to bend the blade over as he smiles at Jacen "Isn't that right Jacen?" and Tristan gives a laugh and pounds poor Jacon on the back as he stands. "Come, we have dined, we have drunk, but we have not danced!" And Tristan waltzes himself up the stairs, clearly elated to be heading out this evening.Upstairs, Tristan changes his clothes to his best, adds a few elegant touches of jewelry, (on anyone of a smaller frame they would be ostenatious) and belts on his sword. With a cloak over the whole, he heads back downstairs in search of an apple for Poissant as a reward for the extra trip.</blockquote>