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[uncledaddy]

I've worn chains oft enough to know myself prettier free of collar. Iron's not much my colour. So drab.

Something else entirely. I was at length persuaded to try it, and it's nothing short of remarkable. Energizes, and lifts the spirits. I propose we attempt mixing it with 'chocolate'.

You've only one god, then?

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[espouses]

Drab indeed. Perhaps we should introduce new things to your wardrobe, Ser.

It sounds like some kind of potion, don't you think? Remarkable. I suppose you intend to tell me what 'chocolate' is as well?

Yes, I suppose we do. The Maker and his bride, Andraste.

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[uncledaddy]

Aye, I've seen to enough of that. All the better not to blend in with the rest of these pigsticking pricks. Half of them would want another war here, I swear it.

Chocolate is perhaps better enjoyed than described. Are you free on the morrow?

Curious, is this Andraste a god as well? The Maesters call ours seven in one, but each may as well be held separate. Simpler. Lets you ignore the bloody boring ones.

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[espouses]

People always seem to want war no matter what is done. It seems it cannot be avoided.

Are you asking to court me, ser? I'm touched, truly. I am free, at your service.

As for Andraste - no, she is his wife and a prophet of the people. She became the spirit of the religion of my world and is worshipped alongside him.

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[uncledaddy]

Truthfully spoken -- still, you would think that one alone might content. The trouble of we Westerners, no moderation.

Alas, my lady, I've sworn vows. Yet there is a 'cafe' in Heimdall that tempts.

Not boring at all, then.

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[espouses]

You would think, but fools are never satisfied, are they?

A shame, then. A cafe would do us both good, I imagine, let us indulge and forget wars and religions for a time.