[ The long-time, much beloved, and absurdly good looking bodyguard of Lady Amelda Araminta Rowan Carolina Sinette Hillingham, an eccentric (and extremely ancient) Hightown noblewoman, has fallen ill. Lady Hillingham is convinced that her good for nothing nephew with ties to the Kirkwall City Guard is trying to poison her, and so has offered an exorbitant sum of money to Riftwatch in exchange for protection services until her usual companion makes a full recovery. ]
"I said," Lazar bellows, toward a comically large ear trumpet - ”Y’look lovely today,"
"What?" Croaks Lady Amelda Araminta Rowan Carolina Sinette Hillingham, a woman somewhere between eighty and eight hundred years of age and ensconced in velvet in the manner of a mummy en shroud. "Speak up lad!"
She gropes for Barrow’s arm, squeezing for a support as she shuffles into the narrow Hightown garden. Her hand finds his pec instead.
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[ The long-time, much beloved, and absurdly good looking bodyguard of Lady Amelda Araminta Rowan Carolina Sinette Hillingham, an eccentric (and extremely ancient) Hightown noblewoman, has fallen ill. Lady Hillingham is convinced that her good for nothing nephew with ties to the Kirkwall City Guard is trying to poison her, and so has offered an exorbitant sum of money to Riftwatch in exchange for protection services until her usual companion makes a full recovery. ]
"I said," Lazar bellows, toward a comically large ear trumpet - ”Y’look lovely today,"
"What?" Croaks Lady Amelda Araminta Rowan Carolina Sinette Hillingham, a woman somewhere between eighty and eight hundred years of age and ensconced in velvet in the manner of a mummy en shroud. "Speak up lad!"
She gropes for Barrow’s arm, squeezing for a support as she shuffles into the narrow Hightown garden. Her hand finds his pec instead.