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[h1] Francis Latour [/h1][/center]
Location: Basement 
Interacting with: Raylan[@AcerRo]
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Francis greeted Raylan with a sigh as he instantly caught a wiff of alcohol and tobacco smoke on him. [color=00a651]"Jesus Christ..."[/color] He cursed under his breath. [color=00a651]"Hitting the bottle again, have we? And judging by the bruise on your cheek, I assume you had one too many and you woke up in a ditch with little to no memory of what happened last night. Am I getting close? Stop me if I'm wrong." [/color] He called to him.

Another sigh. [color=00a651]"Well, you are certainly going to be a handful, aren't you? Come along then, you will be in my group; you can play show and tell later. Oh and you are grounded for a month, so no leaving the institute or you will be sent home. There's a good chap."[/color] Francis replied with an irritating smile. He knew Raylan had no where else to go, so he would behave himself and not risk the only reliable source of food and shelter he had.