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A Note from the Editor

PLAYER NEWS
The Pkill Front
Clan News

PLAYER SUBMISSIONS
Legend's Top 5 Bachelors by Aithne Kellor-Flynn
The Valley of the Shadow of Death
Didn't Your Mother Teach You Manners?
Coffee? Tea? How about... sleep.

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A NOTE FROM THE EDITOR

Sorry this took so long, guys. I didn't really get any submissions, and then
I... finally got some submissions. So be sure to check out Aithne's rambling,
as well as a couple things involving a certain Ravenswick, and then the PK
and Clan/Experience news.

Also! A few months ago we wrapped up voting on new LotPs and both Sana and
Nadia will be joining us as NPCs within the next few months. Be sure to kill
them repeatedly once they're implemented.

-Lamia.

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THE PKILL FRONT

It's been awhile, and the kills have stacked up. From 6-15-12 to 11-16-12, our
top 10 pkillers were:

Lumpy with 54 wins.
Zoroaster with 27 wins.
Kavyne with 25 wins.
Mumbles & Perp with 18 wins.
Ladyr with 16 wins.
Maile with 13 wins. (Hal, too!)
Apostle & Z'in'ar with 11 wins. (And me! Yay, bloodlust!)
Snookie with 9 wins. (Cheese likes to kill, too.)
(Natalia also kills... 7 times)
Carpathia, Galron, & Liman with 6 wins.
Antic & Mistake with 5 wins.

There were about a dozen others with 4 or fewer kills. We know you're out
there, so get to slaughtering!

-Lamia

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EXPERIENCE ACHIEVEMENTS

Anhedonia has reached 100 million experience!
Deirdre has reached 100 million experience!
Erato has reached 100 million experience!
Trystin has reached 100 million experience!
Varik has reached 100 million experience!
Zeddicus has reached 100 million experience!
Kavyne has reached 200 million experience!
Merilwen has reached 200 million experience!
Kavyne has reached 300 million experience!
Luffy has reached 300 million experience!
Kavyne has reached 400 million experience!
Lumpy has reached 400 million experience!
Kavyne has reached 500 million experience!
Lumpy has reached 500 million experience!

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CLAN NEWS

AntiPaladins was disbanded for low membership.
Elitist Jerks was disbanded for low membership.
Grendels was disbanded for low membership.
LiES LiES LiES was formed. I won't tell you who formed the clan, because you
probably wouldn't believe me anyway.

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Legend's Top 5 Bachelors
by Aithne Kellor-Flynn

I had a sexier title, but my editor changed it. Something about this being a
'family publication' or something. And yet she wants me to write about
attractive bachelors. I don't even know any more. I had a difficult time
picking the 'top 5' out of the men I interviewed, so we do have some sharing
of 'spots'. You'll see what I mean, kittens, and I bet you'll thank me with
each and every name I give. I'm telling you, these are some totally
drool-wrothy men.

-Aithne Kellor-Flynn

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Number One: Asher McCabe/Captain Kavyne

Asher McCabe:
Tall, dark, and handsome, this doctor is more than what any one woman could
ever want. He's got the looks and certainly has the intelligence to match (and
then some). From what my little birds have told me, the man has a PhD in
abnormal psychology and is an MD with residencies focusing on Psychiatry. And
as a surgeon? He specializes in cosmetic reconstruction. Let me tell you,
ladies, I'd listen to him lecture about dysmorphophobia in modern society any
time, and not because of the subject matter. The man has the voice of an
angel. A sexy, smooth, brilliant angel.

And those hands... let's just say I got a small taste of their abilities with
a COMPLETELY PROFESSIONAL FOOT MASSAGE. No hanky panky whatsoever. He left me
speechless, if truth is to be told. He's that skilled, ladies. Nevermind how
he woke me from a short nap with a beautiful rendition of an Irish lullaby on
a guitar. With those amazing... delightful... talented fingers.

While he was incredibly well-spoken during the interview, I could sense a bit
of a wild-side yearning to peek out. Maybe if I hadn't been happily engaged at
the time, I'd have gotten to see some of it, along with the ceiling of my
office. What I'm trying to say, I suppose, is this man is the complete
package: Intelligent, sensual, handsome, skilled, and entertaining. The good
doctor is my number one most eligible bachelor for a reason, a damned good
reason.

Go out and fight over him, ladies. I'm sure he won't mind giving each and
every one of you a chance to prove yourselves. Or, I suppose at the very
least, you could just schedule an appointment for a -thorough- examination.
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Captain Kavyne:
Sweet Circe, this is one amazing, sun-kissed man. Kavyne is a
pirate-turned-knight, and his range of abilities is evident in everything he
does. The man has tact, physical prowess, and charm all bundled up in one
handsome package. There's just one slight problem, girls... the man's heart
belongs to the sea, and his duty is to the Knights he's joined.

That puts a damper on some of the potential fun, right? However, if memory
serves me correctly, knights do have a habit of letting the wicked gaze and
pouty lips of a foxy young woman steer them away from what they think is their
life's calling. Not that Kavyne can be easily swayed -- there's a ton of
honour in this one. I'm just saying that he likes to stargaze. And make jokes.

And I think I saw him blush. Sensitivityhiddenunderallthatmanliness? Maybe,
just maybe. I mean, you can still be a dangerous, exotic pirate captain slash
knightly knight of knightdom and retain the aforementioned charm.

This trifecta - tact, physical prowess, and charm - leads Kavyne to first
place, tied with Doctor Asher McCabe. After all, these men are both
first-place spectacular, just for entirely different reason.

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Number Two: Logan Kincaid

Logan Kincaid:
A rancher who lives in Scotland. I was a bit boggled by it at first, but by
God, this man is straight out of a romance novel. He's sweet, polite, and not
afraid to get down and dirty with a bit of work. I can't help but wonder just
how 'dirty' he's willing to get. Not that I really wonder, as I'm a married
woman and just how dirty Mr. Kincaid may or may not be is of no worry to me.

That's a dirty lie. I totally want to know. But ohmyGod,don'ttellGer.

The moment Logan walked into my office, he took off his black cowboy hat. See?
Told you he was polite. And oh my, his eyes were as warm and blue as the
Montana sky. Not that I've ever been to Montana (where this cowboy is from),
but if it's given us a man like Logan, it must be good, so the sky must be
magnificent.

He's a humble one, too. "They never told me how sexy you were," I said to him,
trying to save-face after mentioning his ex-fiance (silly woman, letting this
hunk get away!). He blushed like a little girl receiving a platonically-given
flower from her crush, and it was adorable! This man is out, wrangling hay and
branding fence posts and riding horses, or whatever it is cowboys do, and so
he's fit as can be, and nobody seems to have ever told him he was attractive.

I wonder what's wrong with the world, sometimes, kittens. I really do. It's
like, how is he single? HOW could a woman move away from somebody as charming
as this cowlaird? Is that even a word? Well, it is now, and Logan is one of my
top picks for 'Most Eligible Bachelors'. Spot number two goes to the handsome,
sweet-heart cowlaird.

PS: Ladies? Ask him about the mountains. He'll tell you about their beauty and
you'll just about die from how sincere his passion is. Hand to God, this man
is nearly perfect.

PPS: He's also a hugger.

-=-

Number Three: Vidar/Hanabata

Vidar:
This 'sweet but silent' type isn't pretty-man model quality like some of those
on our list, but he's definitely a catch, and a great one at that. Standing
over 7 feet tall - his size all muscle and adorableness - Vidar finds
contentment in protecting and silence. He doesn't require the fast-pace
lifestyle other gentlemen do, and he's the sort to just sit back in a nice
garden or woodsy area (we have a date to chill in a Druid Circle near Ger's
home at some point!) and enjoy the tranquility of nature.

He's an easy-going fellow who certainly has more to him than meets the eye.
Once you get past that big, though shell of his, you can see all that Vidar
has to offer. His love of nature strikes close to home for me, and I'm sure
many women will agree that such a fondness is definitely a good thing. After
all, if he can appreciate the beauty out there, then he can totally appreciate
every bit of beauty there is to a person.

I shouldn't pick favorites (who am I kidding, that's what this is all about),
but Vidar is high on my list. This big, fearsome looking man has the kindest
heart I've ever seen, and because of that, Vidar is number three on my list of
most eligible bachelors.
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Hanabata:
Oohhh, ladies, I cannot believe this hunk is still up for grabs! He's fit, has
quite the fun little accent, and mmh mmh mmh!, does he love physical
activities. Now, I'm not talking boring things like 'oh, a mile jog!' or
'let's lift these weights!'. No, Hanabata is a surfer, and that means he's all
sorts of tan and muscle-y, and I am just a-quiver thinking about all the fun
that equals elsewhere. I bet he plays a rousing game of checkers, with all
that agility.

Plus, he loves getting lei'd. As often as possible, he told me, while we were
curled up all cozy-like in my office, after a nice surfing lesson. No, that's
not a metaphor. Those are legit happenings and I haven't called dibs on this
fun-loving bastard. I am married, after all. Besides, if I laid claim, how
would he be an eligible bachelor? He wouldn't be one, but since he is, well,
yes. I'm getting a bit off-track here.

There's more than just this loud, exciting side to Hanabata. There's some
passion there, too. I say 'some' because I only spent about half an hour with
the man, but it was evident. The way he showed me how to ride his longboard
(I'm a happily married woman and that longboard is a legitimate longboard,
not, you know, something else) showed a hint of some passion, some deep love
for what he does. If he has that love for an activity, just imagine what love
he could have for one of you potentially lucky ladies out there.

Then again, maybe he's just looking to hand out a few leis, or he might want
some help polishing his woody (it's actually this very spiffy vehicle). Either
way, he'd make a great friend, and that possible friendship makes him one of
my most eligible bachelors.

-=-

Number Four: Gad Magnusson

Gad Magnusson:
His laugh is bigger than he is, which is definitely saying something. Not the
first 'large' man on the list, Gad, too, stands over 7 feet tall. He's laid
back and his good mood is infectious, and if a man is willing to laugh, what
more do you need? I mean, c'mon, if he's laughing, he knows how to have a
good time, and how to not let things get him down. Every man needs to know
how to relax: it's a great trait.

Gad is also no stranger to change, either, having moved from America (this
hunk was from Minnesota. I wonder if it's close to Montana!) to Norway and
Sweden. That's a pretty big migration, right? If a man is willing to pick up
and move that distance, you've got proof of dedication and the ability to
adapt, and those are pretty good signs of a strong person. I bet he'd make a
great family man.

And sweet Freyja, those muscles! They're everywhere I looked (looked, I said.
Not a single thing was touched), and it turns out he's a smith of sorts.
Nothing constant, but still! He's hammering hot metal all day, sweat
pouring... pouring down his body, over all those rippling Northern European
muscles...

Between his big, firm muscles and his welcoming, friendly laugh, I can't think
of any reason why this man is still single. Get out there, ladies, and snag
you a Norseman. A large, sexy Norseman named 'Gad'.

PS: He likes booze and wrasslin'. So grab a tankard of mead, some popcorn, and
kick back while he rolls around with some other probably attractive, muscly
northern men. Just throwin' that out there, ladies.

PPS: I totally got him to blush. This is super important, if you haven't
noticed by this point of the list.

-=-

Number Five: Judah Eliezer

Judah Eliezer:
I can't think of a single reason why this man is still single. There's been a
bit of sadness in his life, like the loss of his first wife, but goodness,
there's no excuse for this. Judah is a patient, loving man who I would sit and
talk with for hours on end, day after day. He's a great listener and pretty
good to look at, too. I mean, he's not as young as some of our other
bachelors, but this silver fox certainly has something going on.

Besides, age ain't nothin' but a number, and he doesn't even look as old as he
makes himself out to be. So ladies, if you're looking for something a little
slower paced, or even just some friendship, go find Judah. He's a good man,
probably one of the best ones I know, and I wouldn't have it any other way.

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The Valley of the Shadow of Death

'You can't be serious,' Jaina said, looking at her mother as though she'd gone
crazy.

Nadia shrugged, putting a stopper in a glass vial filled with a bright blue,
glittering liquid. 'I promise you, Jaina, I'm completely serious.' She smiled
at her daughter, holding out the vial. 'There's quite a bit of magic in this,
so please, don't drop it.' The blue-eyed doctor wrinkled her nose before
taking the vial from Nadia. 'Give it to Caden when this is over with, and do
apologize for me, would you?'

Jaina rolled her eyes. 'I wouldn't have to apologize if you'd just not do
this. I've lost you once, I've lost dad once, do we really have to go through
this every other week?'

'You know this is bigger than any of us,' Nadia said, chuckling softly. 'You
know that Fate is real, and each of us has our own.' Jaina muttered something
under her breath, but Nadia ignored it. 'You'll understand whe---'

'Don't,' Jaina hissed, glaring at her mother. 'Don't say I'll understand when
I'm older. I'm old enough now, and I understand it, but I don't like it.'

The witch didn't reply to her daughter, instead choosing to place a kiss on
her brow. She smiled gently, cupping Jaina's cheek as they stood in silence
for a couple of moments. 'Lethe's book is sitting on your father's desk in
Lima. Make sure it stays in the right hands,' Nadia said softly before turning
and walking out of the Aurion's home. She paused in the doorway, glancing back
at Jaina. 'I do love you, Jaina. I love you with every ounce of my being, and
that's why I do this. For you, for Caden, for everyone.'

The streets of Kleinstadt were a mess. Rubble was strewn across the road,
buildings broken and windows shattered, all of which Nadia passed as she
slowly made her way towards the town's center. That's where Caden would be,
fighting the Beast who so enjoyed chaos. She whistled softly, a tune she and
Setheus had created so long ago. Every so often, she'd stoop to collect a
small rock. By the time she reached the epicenter of the carnage - children
and women screaming, buildings on fire, two powerful men, battling each
other - Nadia had her a handful of these pebbles.

She watched Caden battle with Lethe for several moments, one being slung
against a building, then the other. Caden was growing weary: his reactions
were lagging, his attacks growing weaker. The witch wrinkled her nose. Her
magic should help; nearly thirty years worth of learning and practice were in
the tiny vial Jaina held. Every little bit helps, she'd told herself.

'You're really going through with it,' a voice said softly, coming from
Nadia's right. She smiled gently, nodding.

'I am,' she said to Raz as she reached up to untangle a perfect white rose
from her hair. 'Here,' she said, tucking it into the front pocket of his suit
jacket. 'Keep it safe.' She laughed softly, the sound cut short as she watched
Caden get thrown against the nearby church's wall. 'I think that's my cue,'
she said. 'I love you.'

Nadia quickly moved to the fountain, situated in the middle of the city's
square. Her heart was pounding in her chest as she climbed onto its thick,
flat edge. 'Beast!' she yelled, throwing one of the rocks at Lethe as he
stalked toward Caden. It hit the armor with a loud clang and he stopped, much
to Nadia's surprise. She had expected it to take a bit more than that. She
threw another. 'Yea, though I walk through the valley of the shadow of death,'
Another rock. This one hit him easily enough, as he was now advancing on
Nadia. 'I will fear no evil.' She threw another, though the action was
entirely unnecessary; Lethe was right infront of her, towering over her form.
'Doesn't it get old, picking on a my son-in-law?'

The beast just stared at her, the silence between the pair thick. 'You are
incredibly stupid, little witch,' he finally said, voice as terrible as a
storm. She shrugged. That's it, just a shrug.

'I believe that's common knowledge,' she said lightly, dropping the rest of
the pebbles she held. 'The thing is, you're not really Lethe, so I don't feel
bad about this.'

Lethe chuckled, the sound much worse than his voice. 'You think I'm going to
kill you.'

'I don't know what you're going to do,' Nadia said, shrugging again. 'But I
did go into this knowing we wouldn't skip off into the sunset, snow cones in
hand.'

'You never change,' he said, his voice dripping with condescension. 'Always
thinking you know better, always acting despite your head being buried in
sand. Always trying to be like me. But no matter how you fight, how you
struggle, you will never be like Lethe Aurion. And you will always be a coward.'

Nadia blinked up at the thing, the silence between them stretching on and on
for ages. She finally opened her mouth to retort, but the beast cut her off.
'And it seems that you've forgotten one thing.' The witch raised an eyebrow.
'I'm still the bringer of Oblivion.' With that, Lethe backhanded Nadia, his
immense size and strength sending her flying twenty or more feet off the
fountain, landing in a crumpled heap in the middle of the street. She didn't
move. 'I may be unable to send you to the Pit,' he called out to her still
form, 'but you'll never see Heaven. Enjoy eternity, bound to the Earth.'

During this exchange, Caden had made it to his feet, Razael next to him. Both
had watched, one surprised the other merely sad, and the instant Lethe had
struck Nadia, Caden had readied his bow. Arrow after arrow was loosed, most
finding home in the nooks where Lethe's iron armor met. With a snarl, the
beast turned, ready to renew his attack on Caden. But then he stopped,
glancing at the still form of Nadia. He laughed again, the arrows in his skin
catching fire, and he disappeared.

Caden and the Saint stood there, neither moving as Nadia slowly got to her
feet. She shook her head as though to clear it, and she began walking. The
witch moved past the pair, not acknowledging them as she made her way out of
the city. 'Where's she going?' Caden asked.

'It doesn't matter,' Raz answered quietly. 'That's not Nadia.' Caden glanced
at the angel, eyebrow raised. 'You heard Lethe. Oblivion. She's just a
shell, now.'

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Didn't Your Mother Teach You Manners?

'That's who we're after?' Moris said quietly, a perfect eyebrow quirked.
Setheus nodded, his gaze never leaving Vittorio as the man sat at a table in
some Maltese inn, seemingly minding his own business. 'He's quite well
dressed; better than you.'

Slowly, Seth turned his head to stare at Moris. '...really?' he said, trying
his best to keep his voice down. 'Now isn't the time for that.'

Moris merely shrugged. 'Perhaps,' the pale man said. 'But that does not change
the fact that it's quite true.' Seth put his hands in his pockets, still
staring at Moris.

'I can't believe we're standing here, talking about fashion, with that MONSTER
just sitting across the way,' the angel said, his voice louder than before.

A soft laugh sounded next to the pair. 'Desperate times call for desperate
conversations,' Vittorio purred, looking from Moris to Setheus. 'And I dare
say your appearance shows just how desperate you are.' Neither man said a
thing as Vittorio chuckled again. 'It's been some time, hasn't it, Setheus?'
Seth's jaw clenched as Vittorio spoke, his hand inching closer to the bullwhip
he kept at his side. 'Why don't you be a real gentleman and introduce me to
your friend?' Vittorio turned his gaze back to Moris.

'Lord Ravenswick,' Moris answered for Setheus, who was busy glaring at
Vittorio.

'Ahh,' Vittorio said, smiling brightly. 'Lord Moris Ravenswick, yes? I should
have known.' He watched Moris for a moment, smirking. 'Tell me, how is Miss
Rayne?' Setheus took a step back from the pair, biting his tongue while Moris'
gaze narrowed. 'She's quite a delightful woman, isn't she?'

'Yes,' Moris answered tersely. 'She is.'

Vittorio tutted softly, shaking his head. 'A pity she's nothing more than a
wh--'

Moris' silver cane made solid contact with Vittorio's groin, the pale man
moving fast as lightning, cutting Vittorio's statement off. Vittorio dropped
to the ground and Moris struck again, this time his cane striking Vittorio's
left temple. All was silent for a few seconds, the men looking at the now
unconscious Vittorio, before Seth began laughing. 'Well,' he said, smirking at
Moris. 'That escalated quickly.'

Shrugging again, Moris said, 'One should always attempt to learn something...'
He looked at Seth pointedly here. 'The lesson today is that one should never
speak ill of the woman I love...' Seth sobered, taking another quick step
back, hands raised defensively.

'Point taken. Now, what do we do with this waste of flesh?'

Moris held out his cane to Setheus, the angel taking it, though watching Moris
warily all the while. The pale man stooped to pick up Vittorio's form as
though he weighed nothing, slinging the body over a shoulder. 'He and I shall
be visiting Lima. We have an appointment with the Inquisitor.' Setheus held
out the silver cane to Moris who took it with his free hand before striding
out into the Maltese night.

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Coffee? Tea? How about... sleep.

It was nearly dawn when Moris arrived at the home he shared with his lady fair
and Vidar. He was silent as he slipped in through the front door, glancing
around the living area for any signs of life. It was empty, silent except for
the ticking coming from a small clock situated above the sofa. Shedding
himself of his jacket and hanging it on the nearby coatrack, Moris moved to
the kitchen. He may be immortal, but after a night like tonight, he definitely
needed a cup - no, pot - of tea. The lights were out in the house, but as he
moved through the dining room towards the kitchen he could smell coffee, and
with each step the sound of the percolator brewing more coffee could be heard.

He stepped through the kitchen's doorway with closed eyes, not wanting to see
the sad look Courtessa gave him as she sat at a small table, knuckles white
as she gripped her cup. She moved to stand, the chair scraping against the
floor and Moris held up a hand, motioning for her to stop. She froze, standing
yet still touching the chair. He flipped the light in the kitchen to 'on' and
slowly opened his eyes. 'Gods,' he said quietly, walking over to Tessa.
'I hate these modern lights. They're too harsh. They remove the romance from
everything.'

Moris felt rather than saw Tessa's gaze sweep over him, taking in every
blood-stain on his shirt, every scuff on his shoes. 'You were gone longer than
I expected,' she said, finally settling her gaze on his face. 'I was worried.'

Chuckling darkly, Moris took Tessa's coffee mug from her, gently prying her
fingers away. 'Sweet of you, love, but unecessary,' he said softly before
finishing off the coffee that remained in the mug. 'Cold,' he said simply.
'How long have you been sitting here?' He placed the cup on the table and
moved to the stove, moving the percolator off the burner.

She blushed faintly. 'All night,' Courtessa answered before sitting, still
looking at Moris while he busied himself with fixing a cup of hot coffee.
'When your friend and I spoke before you arrived home, he led me to believe
the task would only take a couple of hours. I went about things like normal
but then suddenly it was midnight. So I found a book, and suddenly it was two
in the morning, and so I decided to check the Mirabilis and Ipomoea, yet there
was a rather large canine in the back yard, so I decided against that.'
Theresa sighed. 'I hope it didn't dig up the garden. We have such beautiful
flowers there.'

Moris sat as she spoke, across the table from her and slowly sipped at the hot
drink. 'A large canine? As in an overly-large house pet or a hefty coyote?'

'A wolf,' Tessa replied with a small shake of her head, Her brow was furrowed
as she watched her lover. 'But that doesn't matter presently. What did you do?
Is that your own blood, Moris?'

It was Moris' turn to shake his head. 'No, love,' he said quietly. 'I merely
assisted with the capture of a known criminal. He was a vicious man and our
actions were necessary.' Tessa reached across the table, taking Moris' cup of
coffee that he'd set down while speaking.

''Was'? Did you... did you kill him?' She took a deep drink, the temperature
of the coffee not phasing her. Moris stared at the cup forlornly, wanting
nothing more than something hot to drink. He didn't like coffee, not at all,
but it was hot and she took it from him.

Finally, he shook his head. 'The man is still alive, or at least he was when I
left Ari Leonte with him.' Tessa had set the mug on the table and Moris' hand
inched its way across the table. She watched him, eyebrow raised.

'Forgive me,' she mumbled, sliding the mug to Moris. 'You finished off mine,
it was only fair I took some of yours.' Tessa laughed now, shaking her head.
'Ari Leonte... I really do not want to know what has been happening, do I?'

The pale man stopped mid-drink, lowering the mug after a moment. 'No,' he said
quietly. 'It is quite gruesome, my dear.' He glanced out the window, looking
at the backyard. 'It's certainly something you needn't worry yourself over.
The wolf you saw, however, is something we must fret about. I'll contact
Leonte in the morning.'

Tessa tried so very hard not to smirk but couldn't help herself. 'Moris, love,
it's morning.'

'Later in the morning, Tessa,' he replied, still looking out the window. 'I
believe Leonte is presently busy.' After a moment of semi-comfortable silence,
Moris stood, the chair legs scraping against the tile floor. 'I think we
should sleep, dear,' he said quietly, walking around the table. Courtessa
nodded and Moris pulled her chair back as she stood, allowing her more space.
'Head to the bedroom while I check the doors and windows.' With a small smile
and a silent nod, Tessa left, and Moris set about shutting the house up,
making sure that none of Vittorio's agents could find their way inside. Lord
Ravenswick knew that he certainly wouldn't sleep, but he wouldn't deny Tessa
her slumber.

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