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The magierprinz raised an eyebrow at the hellhounds comment on not discussing a ladies age.  [color=gray]"To be fair, I don't think fine ladies set fire to taverns or eat nearly in the quantity that you do."[/color]  Sixty though?  That seemed significantly older than what the woman seemed like ... did she age at a third of the speed, or was she simply capped out at a certain limit?  The Prince contemplated his options as he finished his meal.  [color=gray]"So, I don't know if I have classes today.  We should probably figure that out."[/color]

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As the kitty finished giving off her warning, her mistress felt the need to suddenly tackle her to the ground.  It was uncomfortable, and seemingly unnecessary until the mast collapsed from a gigantic snowball.  The girl's eyes widened.

Her mistress was in danger.  That was simply unacceptable.

Despite her owner's warning the neko regained her feet.  Scooping up a snowball into each hand and attempting to dodge their enemies with her catlike agility as she charged towards them, she flung one towards each of their faces.  [color=darkslateblue]"Do NOT attack my mistress!"[/color]  It seemed that the catgirl was loyally going to protect her mage despite the chaos that was occurring, and that she had every intent to bring these fools before her to their knees.  The glory for house Foghlu ... and the pettings from her mistress ... would be worth the sacrifice.