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[matt_doyle]

 

“It hardly seems I'm necessary, any longer,” he said, keeping his voice drily amused. “I knew you and Ansira would think of everything, and it seems you have.”

 

Vitiane shook her head, still smiling. “Well, sit and brood dramatically a moment if you must – its good for the ambience – but don't sulk too long? We'll be getting started once everyone has had a minute to sort out where they'll be. Come on, Timonus,” she said, and crooked her arm for him to take. “Stun a few of these socialites with your profile for me, so we can fight through the crowd more easily.” Timonus made a face, and with an eloquently acerbic silence, complied, leaving Damarhis alone in the corner.

I have many many posts lined up waiting to be written, but I just don't feel any of 'em this evening.  Going to relax and do some gaming instead, and possibly write an article on World of Warcraft for submission to an upcoming book.