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Tua downed his mug of mead and start whistling while starting to walk to the shop to buy the biggest barrel of mead to bring back to the estate.
"The bastard is home"
 
"An' another one down." Hengest grins to himself before dismissing his courtiers with a quick wave of the hand, as the Anglian has plenty more work to do..
 
Úllr had a flood of emotions, he was glad his brother was hone but, imperialization? What was Víðarr thinking? He would begin his questioning once his dear brother had healed.
 
Nouveau released a relieved breath at the news of the Baron's return, scurrying along the streets like a woman on a mission, dragging at least three bags of alcohol, food, and medical supplies with her, cursing and ranting beneath her breath about both beating and hugging the Ulfurtonn for his disappearance and arrival.
"'Least I'm getting my paycheck again."
 
They let out a sigh of both relief and dissapointment. "One job crimson! You had one fucking job! Alright I'm firing a few people and hiring new men due to sheer incompetence.... Nevertheless its nice to see the man is back. Lets all get a drink huh?" Is writing a letter as he says this.
 
Jinuep squinted a bit before taking a long drink of her ale, shaking her head with a forced chuckle. "Void, maybe thes means ey won' have ta guard bitch boy anymore..." The Avanthar mumbled to herself.

Meanwhile a tiny Cielothar with a rather large stomach was doing her best to hurry towards the estate, albeit waddling. She rummaged around in her giant satchel as she went. "Tallassan, Dansey's Stride, Triclone, Swamp Blood... Eh... Vocadine..." Seems like Sehaeri was planning to cure a lot of Northern hangovers in the morning.
 
Silver already began to look plenty displeased as she read over the notice, giving a particular little squint to the blessing of the Spirit. She huffs before crumpling up the paper, and tossing it over her shoulder. "So much for that business trip, Boo Bear."
 
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