*An old man appears, he is holding a cat in his hands, his grey beard stretches all the way to the ground. His crown seems broken and ancient. His garments are mostly tattered, he bows and smiles.*
English
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Neither Fox or Blaze notice him, as Fox practically drags Blaze to a refreshment table.
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*He walks towards them.*
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Fox notices you as she leans Blaze on the table. “Hello there.” Blaze starts to drink from a bottle.
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*The man bows and the cat falls out of his hands and onto the ground.*
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“What’s your name?” Fox asks.
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“Ixial, and you?”
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“Foxglove.”
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“And him?” | *Ixial points to Blaze and the cat jumps onto Ixial’s left shoulder.*
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“Blaze.” She says.
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“What are you two doing here? And what exactly happened to him? Broke his legs or something?”
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“We are hosting an even. And yes, he did.”
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“That’s relatively painful.” | *The cat yawns.*
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Blaze finally speaks. “Thank you captain obvious.”
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*Ixial smiles.* | “Need anything?”
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Blaze shakes his head. “But help yourself to anything on the table.”
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(What is there?)
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There’s all types of food on the table. If you can name it, it’s there. For the most part.
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*The cat begins searching the meat section of the table. Ixial just takes a pumpkin, fills it with seeds, and starts eating them using the pumpkin as a bowl.*
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“So....how are you?”
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“I’ve been good, only came here on account of my daughter. The other one has been up to some dark things, made a pact with the Wraiths. Though you probably don’t care about that.”
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“Who are your daughters?”
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“Josephine, and by proxy, Adria. As for the son you’ve probably heard of him already.”
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“They’re your daughters?!”
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“Yes, and why is that such a shocking thing to you?”
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“I....don’t know. Just thought their parents were dead.”