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Jonathan
A cloud drifted by his face, but he quickly regained his composure, his smile somewhat stiffer as he looked to the pink-armoured paladin ~ "You must understand that this comes as... quite a surprise to me, my lady. I had no idea of this... contention... that you speak of." ~ Here, he turned to gaze upon Isaura ~ "You are the alleged Princess Isaura, then?" ~ His voice a little dubious ~ "You will have a number of obstacles to overcome, however... just as I had several, myself. The people will not be convinced by brute force." ~ The tone has turned a little brusque, but now regained its measured control.
"I fear this is not a good beginning... certainly not as well as I had hoped. Would you take a seat while I call for refreshments?" ~ And he clapped his hands, summoning the servants to bring in fresh fruit and spring water.
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