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Faramund
Faramund was enraged. This old chunk of coal was being offensive. He felt his face darken.
"Such as keeping a civil tongue in one's mouth, my lord," he shot back. "I will do my very best. Let us hope all here will do the same. We must be an example to those in our service."
He bowed, keeping his eyes locked on Athanar's.
"As to my father, he is unwell and cannot leave his bed. I shall see that he is asked whether he is willing to have company."
"Stedford! Show Lord Athanar and his retainers into my chambers, and see that his men and their horses are cared for. Then seek out Lord Friduhelm and ask him if he will take visitors this day."
With that he turned on his heel, gave his back to Athanar, passed back between his men, and without another look back, entered his hall.
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