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Message: <blockquote data-quote="Zerith" data-source="post: 5595299" data-attributes="member: 99953">Alexander smirked when the man implied that he might be a local. He might not have been nearly as laden with jewelry as either Friton or Hemeth but his clothing was still infused with golden accents and was his hair, even his eyes, seemed to be at least in part made of the substance.    He gave a golden eyed glance back to the men who had just struck his funny bone relentlessly with hammer; he was trying, desperately, to stay composed, but it was simply too much, someone, somehow, managed to actually look at him without a cull of who he might have been? Not knowing exactly who he was, that was nothing, but thinking he might be a local in the backwater of the bear’s destitute barony? It was just to asininely amusing! Alexander attempted to give a reply to the accusation but instead found he could do little else then restrain himself from making bellowing laughter. He only partially succeeded as he instead gave a heartily chuckle at the comment; his face betrayed that he was holding off his laughter as best he could. The idea was so utterly preposterous that he raised his left hand to his chest and preset against it, as if he did not trust himself from bellowing out in delight; he then picked up his glass and attempted to drink some water soomthly.Alexander had to pout effort to keep from chuckling even while he drank, the water in his glass quivered from the withheld chuckles while he attempted to clam himself with the action of drinking. When he finished his brief drink he resumed chuckling, albeit more calmly immediately. He raised his right hand slightly and held up his index finger, motioning to give him a moment to recompose himself. ; his chuckling quickly died down and he finally spoke still very much amused by the idea “Oh I know, I blend in every were I go, and while I know I look like some potato farmer” Alexander jested sarcastically before continuing after a chuckle “I am Lord Alexander Ravensworth, the fourth…” Alexander thought of just saying that little while he composed himself further, bu he just could not help himself from adding one last jab “…and he who looks like a common serf!”  Alex gave a toothy grin as he withheld an other chuckle before he asked a question “And who might you be, Mister …?” Alexander did not think such a simple misconception could be so amusing; he was happily wrong.</blockquote>

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