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The half-elf felt, more than heard the growl behind him, turning around Frederick saw a small child standing on the toilet of the stairs yelling her mind out. Raising a blonde eyebrow, he thought back to his childhood, an easier life, when he still had dreams of becoming a landesknecht, when he still believed the tales of chivalry and honor. The girls always wanted to play the lady, and they always wanted him to be the knight. He remembered those memories fondly. He had 't seen many of his playmates in five years, but he still remembered their habits and mannerisms. Looking around, none of the other patrons seemed really fit to care for a child. He thuddered at the thought of that large, boisterous wall of grey flesh that we itself an ogre taking care of the child.

Chucking slightly under his breath, he walked over to the stairs, before sliding down into one legged kneel at the threshold. [color=aba000]"What dost thou lady ship desire to sate they hunger?"[/color] Frederick asked, using the grandest tone he could muster.