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Bride of Gwillim [@Tracyarmav] and Sister Bride of Hestia [@eclecticwitch]
Interacting with Gwillim and Alfhi[/center]

It had been a very strange night, to say the least.  First, she was thrust upon some Drakken as chattel and then, walking down the street, she was taken.  She had watched, in fear, the duel between the two men.  She felt the blood spatter on her face and saw his lifeless form on the ground.  Tempe wasn't sure what to think.  Normally a bit of a spitfire, the sight of blood had caused her to become complacent.  She dutifully followed the man, not wanting to incur his wrath.  There were other girls, just as terrified as she.

In the end, she was guided to a room which she thankfully, somehow, had to herself.  After washing the blood from her face and removing the offensive clothing, she slept fitfully.  The next morning came late.  Her clothing from the night before had disappeared and a simple dress of soft oranges took their place.  She washed up and donned her new clothing.  She had no direction and so did what one would naturally do in such a dangerous situation.  She wandered the keep.  She was lost for only a half of an hour before she came upon a room containing two people.

One of these people was the man from the night before.  The other was a smaller (albeit taller than Tempe) Drakken girl who was snuggled up next to him.  She tilted her head in curiosity.  She would not have expected anything close to tender affection coming from the violence of the night before.  Carefully she entered the room and approached the platters of food.

[color=00aeef][b]"Beggin' mah parden sir.  But am I to be servin' yeh?"[/b][/color] She inquired and gestured toward the dishes. [color=00aeef][b] "I will tell yeh, I ain't never served a theng in mah life.  So I must be a beggin' yer patience."[/b][/color]  Tempe fiddled idly with the sleeves of her dress, her eyes downcast.  The floor tended to be very interesting this time of year.


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Tempe is taken from her original husband and brought to his home.  Upon waking her bloody clothing is gone to be replaced by nicer clothes.  She wanders the home, quite lost for a bit before happening upon the man who took her and his daughter.  She inquires what her duties are to be.
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