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He reached for a very clean large skillet held by a maid and asked “May I?”, he took it and in one move swung it forward, striking the Oaf in the back of the head, laying him out like a leg of mutton. The ringing tone hung in the air for a moment.
Pleased with the musical effect he handed back the skillet to the maid, stepped over the inert form of the Oaf and approached AndreaLyn.
You there!” he commanded, “the new girl - they need you above floors.” AndreaLyn lowered he head and ran out of the room “”and don’t have your fanciers come into the Manor!” He instructed the squire to drag the oaf out of the kitchen
AndreaLyn made it to the top of the stairwell before collapsing with laughter. Etiene de Rochfort had followed her and found her laughing into a tall curtain. “You are definitely your father’s daughter”, he said.
Andrea composed herself as the Marquis de Rochefort waited. “This afternoon I will tell what we know about Kemmler. “ He looked at her and bade her to walk with him a while. “Kemmler is evil and a threat to all that bleed. He has spies everywhere and knowing this I’ve kept you to quarters, but that will end soon enough.”
He turned to AndreaLyn. “I will have need of thy steel, both in weapon and in spirit before this week plays out.”
The game was afoot.
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