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[Nazralte]

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Hear Ye, Hear Ye

Jury Selection for a trial will be held this Thursday on the Isle of Serpents Hold. The location is the Regency Meeting area. The time is Nine in the evening by the Eastern Sun.

If you need directions or a ride to the location, just contact the Judge, Lia L. and she will make sure you can get there.
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Nazralte
Former Regent of Britannia

[Silent Poet]

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Poet was awoken by his recently acquired manservant Wong. He vaguely remembers winning Wong in a tavern bet, but cannot remember what the bet was about.

"Poet-san, wake up! Do not make me dishonor myself by hitting you."

"Och, ye brazen lad, get ye away frae me... an' why are ye taller tha' me o' sudden?"

"Poet-san you are standing in the pond under the Zento bridge."

"Och, well... tis an appropriate place for a wee bit o' a dalliance..."

Poet staggers out of the pond, and adjusts his kilt.

"Why tha' bloody hell did ye hae ta' wake me anyway?"

Wong hands Poet one of the notices.

Poet reads over it, nodding off a few times and having to be gently awoken by Wong.

"Wong, ye spry wee lad, we hae ta' find me law books packed away a' tha' Garden. Wait a tick! Yuir honor I object ta' tha' last statement. Hae it struck from tha' record."

Poet starts smiling.

"Wong, ye wi' go an' find me law books. I wi' go an find me a nice dossied up lass ta' question, o' if nothin' else I wi' find tha' Belliacci twins, again."

Then Poet staggers off for the Moongate north of the bridge tuning Lady Lark.
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"When he spoke, what tender words he used! So softly, that like flakes of feathered snow, They melted as they fell." - John Dryden