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Haylie wrote:He just shrugs. "Dunno. Didn't figure it necissary, but if you have to, I suppose you could contact my dad at the local smithy."
Brnin8r wrote:Trey smiled and continued to wait for the nearest hint as to where he might be headed. He nodded in silent recognition to Gregor as he was led by the valet where he should be.
Gregor nodded and set about following the man.
ZeroForever wrote:As the line thinned slightly Victor approached one of the clerks pulling out the information forms to be handed in, given the nature of the clerks he would surprised if they actually even bothered acting on the forums, most likely they were just a formality in case someone of notable wealth was entered.
Knight Errant wrote:He smiles and replies, "Well where can I park it, friend?"
Haylie wrote:"His name's Jack. Jack Blacke. Kinda got a ring to it, dunnit?" he asks airily, scratching his nose.
Nosnits wrote:"Well....if it's truly required, you could tell the Undersecrety of Bugularia, though, I doubt it'll be necessary. Where do I go?" Andrew asks.
Brnin8r wrote:Gregor gazed in awe at the fantasy of it all. Everything seemed so big and the people so small. He almost lost track of what he was doing as he got caught in the moment. He shook his head of the dream-turned-real and followed the valet to the small box.
Trey noticed the door to the left of the booth and felt a little silly. He knocked his visor down to hide his embarrassment and strode into the doorway to walk the halls. Hopefully now he'll be getting somewhere.
Lian wrote:"Thank you" he turns and moves it cart towards the stables looking them over
ashuros wrote:His turn to register, Francis approached the officer, holding the bible to his chest. “Good day sir, I am Francis Mafig born in the town of Donovon, my closest living relatives are my mother and father Julia and Arthur Mafig.”
Alissa of Someday wrote:His sword apparently as polished as it is going to get, Onín advances on the register with slow, but large strides. He doesn't appear to have any papers or the like with him, but from the aura of confidence, it does not appear to be an issue that is weighing on his mind to any great degree. For a minute longer, he waits, letting time pass with the indifferent air of the kind of person that feels they could probably stop it if they felt like it. After a time though, his patience seems to grow thin, and he pushes his way to a clerk--probably an open one.
"I am Onín Finzaro."
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