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Message: <blockquote data-quote="Frozen Messiah" data-source="post: 5183962" data-attributes="member: 84832">Everyone Loves Duretep"Go, go, go! Ah, come on you can do better than that! Put your back into it!" Duretep yells at 2 mice that are equiped with minature swords and armor on the ground that are having a gladitorial match for Duretep's pleasure. "Um, Sir..." Uldealo says in a confused tone before he gets cut off by Duretep giving him a motion with his hand to wait as he walks into Duretep's throne room. The black mouse disarms the other one and stabs it through the chest to the mad delight of Duretep. "Very good, Thomas Robspiere the Black. You live to fight on another day. You may now go back to the gladitorial guilds rooms for rest. Best of luck on your next battle" Duretep says laying down on his stomach to speak to the small mouse who salutes him and then walks off.  Duretep quickly pops back to his feet and is looking as Uldealo, "Yes Uldealo?". "Well your lord, there is a new form on The Waking, one that maybe fit to serve as one of your repersentatives. Would you like me to send her a letter?" Uldealo askes Duretep. Duretep pauses for a moment, his fingers arched in front of his face, and then he nods his approval. "Very good mi'lord, the letter shall be sent with utmost haste." Uldealo says and begins to walk out of the room. "Uldealo, use the red ink on the second shelf in the fourth room to the right of the upside down tennis court." Duretep says as he tilts his head so his only eye rolls to the otherside. "Of course mi'lord." Uldealo finally walks out of the room.</blockquote>

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