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[b][color=39b54a]"She will collect that favor at a later date, my prince. After you have matured into a proper monarch. And as an elf, she can afford the wait."[/color][/b] Matilda reminded the prince, not even waiting for said elf to be out of earshot, as gently as her gruff personality could. Perhaps the warning was not necessary, but the knight-captain couldn't help but worry for her future liege. The event from the past week will force him to mature, probably way sooner than he should.

[b][color=#d896ff]"And I fully intend on keeping my words, dame Matilda."[/color][/b] The prince calmly replied, nodding at the introduction to the adventurers. There's a lot of names, but he's good at remembering names. It's certainly nowhere as complicated as the royal court. [b][color=#d896ff]"Nice to meet you all. Pleased to make your acquaintance, doctor Sparrow."[/color][/b]

[b][color=00a651]"If you say so, my prince."[/color][/b]

[b][color=#a4161a]"She ain't wrong though."[/color][/b] Interjected a particular mercenary, sauntering over with a nearly overflowing mug in hand. The burn on her body had started to scab over, and it itched like a motherfucker. She needed a distraction until the alcohol kick in. [b][color=#a4161a]"A monarch's favor should not be granted lightly. Oh, I'll still collect my share though. Dont worry, it'll not bankrupt you or anything. Probably... damn, you're taller than me already. Drink?"[/color][/b]

The mug was shoved before the prince's face, and upon refusal the target changed to Matilda. Meeting another wall there, she shrugged and downed the whole mug before returning to the table for more.

Taking the prince downstairs, Cedar would need to pass the casks of various alcohol - with the dead-drunk man in one corner -, storage of grain and preserved meat and perishables, and finally at the far end the spare clothing for the staffs. It actually was in good shape, if well-worn. Only matter of time to find something of the right size.