Mavieer Sloan

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5 posts. Alias of Great Green God.


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Langrave vaguely acknowledges Illthir with a look that says: One more 'Nuncle' or 'Marry sir' from her and he will have the remaining guards hang her by the neck from the wall as an inducement to improve regional morale.


*knowing smirk*


"Perhaps I might be of assistance in the matter, Lord Magister. The place looks like it could use a firm hand."


Langrave sneers and steps away.


"Well if it isn't House Garess's tiresome, little, moth-eaten fool. What sends you to these cruel lands, buffoon? Are you here to caper for us?" He says to Numalar with a sneer.