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[color=#736AFF][b][h1]Ranbu no Izayoi[/h1][/b][/color]
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[i]SMACK.[/i]

Izayoi dope-slapped Rudolf on the back of his head, sighing irritably. 

[color=#736AFF][b]"Enough cheek, boy. This patron of yours has taken you in [i]for five years[/i]. One should think you would have learned something of gratitude in that time."[/b][/color] Was...she sassing him? Regardless, she moved on quickly afterward, nodding to both Galahad and Esben. 

[color=#736AFF][b]"Very well. I take it Esben and Rudolf at the least will go to meet the Viscount. Galahad, are you to join them or otherwise?"[/b][/color] She gave his kit a once-over, checking over his chestplate. [color=#736AFF][b]"The damage the Behemoth did to you was not insignificant. A trip to the smithy would not go amiss, I'd think."[/b][/color]

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Regardless of who accompanied them, Esben, Rudolf, and Elly would be shown to a sitting room to take tea and await the Viscount's arrival. It took upwards of twenty minutes for the nervous, harried lord to finally arrive, murmuring quietly under his breath about how perhaps now he could finally stop making excuses that he was fairly certain one Lady Lambert didn't believe. 

Meanwhile, what Kirins didn't join them had the option of either roaming the grounds or making their way to the castle smithy. Said blacksmith turned out to...be drunk. At midday. Izayoi took one look at the staggering, slurring mess of a bald man operating the castle forge and pinched the bridge of her nose. 

[b]"Can I...ergh...help yah? Lord ain't the most friendly type, so yer here for something important, no?"[/b] He took one look around at Izayoi, those who came with her, and the state of their health and equipment. [b]"...Yah look like shite."[/b]