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""O talk not to me of a name great in story;
The days of our youth are the days of our glory..."

... and those days are passing swiftly. My green-eyed paladin grows faint for lack of stimulus.

"My green eyed paladin of light, why are you getting grumpy just because you're suddenly doing your job?"

Cassio's voice sounds remarkably loud after his lengthy absence.

"Don't pass up on the brandy. I'm a judge of it, and from the smell, your Delphic friend knew what he was about. And don't let that lockpicking friend of yours drink it all before you taste it. Think of your friends, Iri, who must share your tastebuds along with so much else."

"Hark, hark, the dogs do bark
The beggars are coming to town
One in rags, and one in tags
And one in a golden gown!

Green-eyes, beloved, your adventures grow more exotic by the second. Silvery dogs for silvery gods. I say, call the beast by the command word."

"I found an island in your arms,
A country in your eyes.
Arms that chained us,
Eyes that lied."

Enchanted Ellirayne, I see the pain of your betrayal. Let us help you find solace. We will go to Stormhome. My green-eyed paladin will take us."

"Is it a vision, or a waking dream?
Fled is that music: - do I wake or sleep?"

Truly I drank deep at inspiration's well last night, but not so deep I'd see two suns. Is this a new kind of hangover? Green-eyes, seek knowledge. Use your skills."

"So harsh always Aphra. You have no understanding of the sensitivities of others. I see real pain, genuine confusion, much trauma in these twins. Extend the hand of friendship Aphra. Piteous Ellirayne, she of the the wounded heart, take comfort.

Or to put it another way, look inwards to the cause of your upset, not outwards to blame a worthy artist for plying his trade so magnificently."

"If I were a dead leaf thou mightest bear;
If I were a swift cloud to fly with thee;
A wave to pant beneath thy power, and share
The impulse of thy strength, only less free
Than thou, O uncontrollable!

Travel green-eyes. Travel the world as you travel your mind. Take us with you. Share it with us. Oh this party, this party, such inspiration."

"That sunny dome ! those caves of ice !
And all who heard should see them there,
And all should cry, Beware ! Beware !
His flashing eyes, his floating hair !
Weave a circle round him thrice,
And close your eyes with holy dread,
For he on honey-dew hath fed,
And drunk the milk of Paradise.

My green-eyed darling, you feed me the most exotic dishes of the imagination ..."

Cassio's thought is positively purring.

"O, for a draught of vintage, that hath been
Cool'd a long age in the deep-delved earth,
Tasting of Flora and the country green,
Dance, and Aerenal song, and sun-burnt mirth:

A word in your ear - open hand and open heart can lead to empty both. I speak from bitter experience."

"Waken, lords and ladies gay,
By the manor dawns the day:
All the jolly chase is here
With ape and orc and spinning gear;
Merrily, merrily mingle they ..."

A parody to be sure Green-eyes, but so is this. Are you sure this is what you wanted to happen?"

"My green-eyed lady is primped and pristine, ready to be sold. The dress does not become her, the hairstyle is, to my humble eyes, a mistake and the conveyance an error of taste. She mopes and pines and talks to some stripling with forced cheer.

Starlan, I hope you're having a better time than us."

Cheer up green eyes.

You'll always be perfect to me. Don't let her make you feel inferior."

"Your freedom is in your head green-eyes just as it's always been."

"Where is the storm-tossed lady of my dreams, fair Ellirayne? I have a poem for her."

"He's turgid speaker with a personality like wallpaper paste. He has no sense of style at all."

"Green-eyes, forgive me. I'm trying to write a sonnet to the storm-tossed beauty of Ellirayne d'Lyrander. I always follow my muse lest she desert me. Ask me later.

A man of my own kidney. Wine and beauty - such an irresistible mixture.

So very true I'm sure you'd agree. As before I cannot claim to be the author, but I defy anyone's ability to outperform me."

"Holding your hand? Oh green-eyes, what are you doing?"

As we get closer to the well-dressed half-elf pair

"Ellirayne. Enchanted to meet you at last. You and your brother. Your eyes, sweet lady, are the green of storms and forests."

"He's a spoilsport.

Green-eyes, you should have the wine. It'll put colour in your cheeks and help you see the world in a more comfortable light. Be bold!"

"A man after my own heart. I take it as Lyrander scions, you might be offering to buy?"

"She walks in in beauty, like the night
Of cloudless climes and starry skies,
And all that's best of dark and light
Shine in her aspect and her eyes;

You sir, newcomer, isn't that the perfect description of my green-eyed girl, my Irirangi?

"We happy few, we band of brothers.
You brother, dear lady is no enemy of mine. All my intentions are entirely dishonourable. You need only reject them.

"Ellirayne. A ravishing name. So evocative, so full of longing. My longing. Green-eyes, you'll always be mine, but fresh fields of such promise should never be ignored.

"A small thing. Not my own, I must admit, but the sentiment is impeccable. Ready?

For nothing this wide universe I call,
Save thou, my rose: in it thou art my all.""

"A small thing. Not my own, I must admit, but the sentiment is impeccable. Ready?

For nothing this wide universe I call,
Save thou, my rose: in it thou art my all."

"A small thing. Not my own, I must admit, but the sentiment is impeccable. Ready?

For nothing this wide universe I call,
Save thou, my rose: in it thou art my all."

"I admit my demeanour is that of a rogue, my professional life less than flawless, but in my soul, I am an unquestioned bard. Irirangi, you know I'll always come back to you. Let me prove my love in verse - so much more eloquent than any words of mine. Go on, pick up the ring. It's yours."

"Green-eyes - take a look at the ring. It's my gift to you. Be mine Irirangi, be mine ... I've written a song for you. Do you want to hear it? I'm a bard really."

"Irirangi my warrior princess. Green-eyed goddess of good. I'm almost tempted to write poetry now."

"Don't be so hard on yourself green-eyes. Just remember to take your chances. You know I'll always be here to watch your back.

Darling girl, if you'd any sense, you'd have grabbed the symbol instead of wasting time shooting acid at it. But you do what you think best my love, my green-eyed darling.

Green-eyed lady, you know I love you, but you should have used the dagger. If you're going to make a threat, you have to back it up."

"My green-eyed lady's a mental Paladin, my weeping green-eyed lady ... don't be so cynical Aphra, of course she needs the symbol. Poor love, sweet Irirangi, let me wipe the tears away."

"You're sweet when you cry. It doesn't happen often enough. Irirangi Biasharan, did you know I love your green eyes weeping? They look like melting emeralds."

"Hey - nice dark alley, good for fun and games."