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Post by Ceutinde on Sept 16, 2020 19:18:16 GMT
Ceutinde's eyes lit up and she rubbed her palms together. "A gala? It's been ages! I would absolutely love to. We'll use the second-floor banquet hall. Were you thinking a dinner, or just drinks and snacks? And obviously entertainment in either case."
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Post by Nigel Thornheart on Sept 16, 2020 19:25:34 GMT
"I was thinking I defer to the expert," Nigel bowed his head respectfully...or was just looking down her top. It was hard to tell. "Whatever you think would best loosen the strings of a few noble coinpurses."
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Post by Ceutinde on Sept 16, 2020 19:51:52 GMT
She pursed her lips, not particular concerned where his eyes were. "Depends a bit on the crowd. But I'd go with the latter. No one wants to fuck right after a big dinner. We'll charge an exorbitant price for entry, including refreshments. Then the house's normal cut of my boys' and girls' rates will go to your noble cause."
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Post by Nigel Thornheart on Sept 16, 2020 20:40:04 GMT
"A capital idea!" Nigel exclaimed, with a broad smile. "And a generous gesture. I assure you every penny will go to a worthy cause. I daresay victory in this campaign will provide a boost in morale that will do your patients well. That said, if any seasoned Reclaimers in your care feel up to venturing one more into the Mist, they will have a place in my company."
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Post by Ceutinde on Sept 17, 2020 6:11:26 GMT
"You are more than welcome to try to recruit from the healing wards, but many are in no state to go tromping off into the Mist." She sighed. "Ought to make sure we'll have enough beds for when you get back, now that I think about it."
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Post by Nigel Thornheart on Sept 17, 2020 22:59:06 GMT
"If all goes well, we wont be coming back," Nigel replied, with a smile that barely contained his boundless excitement. "A victory will mean a foothold in the Mist, actual reclaiming."
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Post by Ceutinde on Sept 18, 2020 6:00:36 GMT
His joy was contagious, and the smile quickly spread to her face. "Well that will truly be something. How are you on field medics?"
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Post by Nigel Thornheart on Sept 22, 2020 20:25:32 GMT
"I have not yet begun recruiting, so you would be our first," he admitted, knowing an army was of little use without the coin to keep it marching. "Gotten a taste for adventure after our last excursion and want to test your mettle on the other side of the wall? Or just enjoy my company?"
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Post by Ceutinde on Sept 22, 2020 20:30:44 GMT
"Oh, not me. I came back to find this place in quite enough of a state, thank you very much." Ceutinde gestured to several open notebooks and ledgers piled up on her desk. "I might go back out someday, but for the moment, my place is here. No, I meant I might see if there are any volunteers among the staff. I'll give them a bonus and call it a training opportunity."
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Post by Nigel Thornheart on Sept 25, 2020 21:09:37 GMT
“Once again your generosity knows no bounds,” Nigel bowed her head, genuinely humbled by the support. “Now your letter indicated there would be plenty of time for entertainment after our business had concluded.” He once again began hastily disrobing.
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Post by Ceutinde on Sept 25, 2020 21:32:50 GMT
She let him get most of his clothes off, not moving at the desk with her hands folded in front of her. Eventually, she spoke up, "I'm flattered, Nigel. Really, I am. But I've got a whisper war to win, a fundraising gala to plan, and books to balance. You'll be better suited by the half-dozen nubile maidens than one overworked widow."
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Post by Nigel Thornheart on Sept 25, 2020 21:39:30 GMT
“I don’t believe that for a second,” Nigel replied with a boisterous laugh, undeterred. “You and I both know experience counts for more than youth and quality trumps quantity.” He stood and kicked off the last of his garments, standing in his statuesque (magically enhanced) glory. “But call the half dozen nubile maids in just the same. They might learn a thing or two. Aha!”
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Post by Ceutinde on Sept 25, 2020 22:08:32 GMT
Ceutinde glanced between Nigel's face and his magically enhanced glory several times, maybe, just maybe, actually tempted. But eventually she began explaining with an apologetic frown, "Nigel, I'm sorry, it's really not a good time. Are you familiar with elven menstruation? The stories about laying eggs aren't true, of course, but it's rather violent compared to the human standard. And it goes on for weeks." She shrugged. "I really would love to demonstrate just what that experience counts for, but it'll need to wait a little while."
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Post by Nigel Thornheart on Sept 25, 2020 22:18:40 GMT
Nigel considered the excuse for a moment, the first he had heard of this biological difference over his decades of philandering, but did not push the matter to spare his own pride. "A woman of experience knows there are more than one to skin that cat, but I would prefer at your best and at your comfort." He paused for a moment. "Very well, best summon the whores then. This is not a sword that can be unsheathed lightly."
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Post by Ceutinde on Sept 25, 2020 22:41:18 GMT
"Thank you, dear." She reached across the desk and pressed a button that rang a bell in another room. Within seconds, an attendant came through the door. Ceutinde told her, "Marshal Thornheart here is to be seen to with the highest standard of care. Take him to the Sapphire Room, and get anything he asks for." She paused and considered. "Within reason. Check with me if it's not."
Before he was led out, Ceutinde did reach down and wrap a hand tightly around Smaller Nigel, saying sweetly while looking Bigger Nigel in the eye, "But my employees aren't whores, dear. Keep calling them that and you'll never find out what you're missing." She unhanded him and started back toward her seat.
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