[h2][center]Gillian[/center][/h2]

[color=00aeef]"Ah Makes sense I suppose..."[/color] Gill said, his shoulders slumping slightly as he tried (and failed) not to let his disappointment show. Stupid assassins and their cock blocking ways. Not that he held much hope for the night at its onset, but a man could atleast pretend to dream. [color=00aeef]"And don't go trying to flatter me. I'm not much of a Rose if you ask the other knights."[/color] He added, shooting the princess what he hoped was a cheeky grin. He leans in slightly, his voice now 'hushed' to a rather loud stage whisper. [color=00aeef]"Frankly sometimes I get the distinct impression their embarassed by me. Can't begin to imagine why."[/color]

[color=00aeef]"As for the Ignvarr....like I said. Not much experience myself, what with meeting the one family and all. The pa was a decent sort I suppose."[/color] He says, leaning back in his chair as he mulled over memories from what felt like a life time ago. [color=00aeef]"Traded some weird warming spices with my pa for local game furs...Foxes and Minks mostly. Stuff tasted something awful though,"[/color] He said, sticking out his tounge at the memory. [color=00aeef]"Bunt the tastebuds right off of me for a week when Ma used it. The daughter was...bright sort. Educated I think. Taught me a bit of maths up and 'for she left...Not a fan of my flirting though."[/color] He added, chuckling as he rubbed the side of his face, nursing a phantom bruise and forgetting he was attempting NOT to tell that part of the story. [color=00aeef]"Reon's Button could that girl slap like the devil."[/color]
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