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[ @avoidantphysicist liked my “Hi” post for a starter and I am wheezing because I LOVE them and am so sidelined hello hi omg. OH RIGHT! Status: OPEN ]  Lady Montilyet had a distinctive voice.  Despite her rather prominent Antivan accent, her words were crisp, clear, clipped and melodious. The way that she could rrrrrrrrrrrrrroll an ‘R’ seemed nearly sinful really. And so: when her voice was raised within the War Room, stone walls embracing her words and echoing them outward along the hall; it wasn’t any surprise the sound carried. Clearly.  “Messere,” she began, notes of being entirely scandalized drifting clearly. “You cannot call Lord Vastille ‘a tiny todger’ while I am attempting to negotiate a trade of resources! It is not–”  A voice like whiskey, poured, drowned in honey with a slight rasp replied.  “I’ll call ‘em what I like. Th’ bastard called me a fuckin’ midget. I am not–”  “The Inquisitor–!” Josephine barked, just as the door to the War room swung open….

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