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apostatised) wrote2009-03-12 04:22 pm
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[log] but what's puzzling you is the nature of my game
The Brucolac's presence on Martel's property comes to his attention relatively quickly; he is his own security system, as it were. Really, he looks forward to when Severus completes the wards and he won't have to deal with unexpected guests (...as if this happens often, which it doesn't). Ewar's sent down to the library almost immediately to collect him, his expression decisively neutral.
"Sir," he says, matter of fact, "the Lord-" he makes it sound vaguely like some form of nickname, oddly, "-suggests you come and introduce yourself. I'll show you the way." It's undoubtedly obvious to everyone involved that this is not, actually, a suggestion - but fairly polite for how much Martel dislikes having his hard-won privacy invaded.
"Sir," he says, matter of fact, "the Lord-" he makes it sound vaguely like some form of nickname, oddly, "-suggests you come and introduce yourself. I'll show you the way." It's undoubtedly obvious to everyone involved that this is not, actually, a suggestion - but fairly polite for how much Martel dislikes having his hard-won privacy invaded.