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Date Posted: 17:42:35 02/02/02 Sat
In reply to: Guy 's message, "Work" on 15:11:31 01/26/02 Sat

..:the duke's valet leans against a stable door, short stocky frame lounged against the roughly hewn wood easily. calloused fingers pluck idly at the sprig of hay at his lips, drawing it from his mouth and discarding it on the floor. he had already taken care of his lord's charge; the staunch slate-gray steed was stabled in a quiet box stall in the corner, fed and groomed. the rough manservant preferred the stable to the servant's chambers, and spent many a night bunked in the fragrant hay in the warm loft above the stalls.:..

..:he straightens, pulling on his leather jerkin, a welcoming sort of smile given to the other, noding to the stabled horses briefly:.. them's nice'uns. who be yer maister? ..:he spoke in a mix of old northland, his descendants were a mixture of irish, scottish and welsh, and his irish heritage was proclaimed in his longish orange mop, pulled back by a leather thong. freckles dotted a homely face, dark lashes framed brown eyes. he was the duke's personal valet and long-time confident, treated more like a son or a squire than a paid servant.:..

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Grin	Guy	22:44:20 02/04/02 Mon
..:work:.. -- ..:samuel:.., 19:07:00 02/11/02 Mon