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Post by Aerion Flowers on Jul 28, 2019 17:03:17 GMT 1
"This is too much bullshit politics for me, brother. Too much tiptoing around the issue at hand. Why can't life just be tourneys and women?" he asks, then as Daeron fills his glass again, he adds, "and drinks!" he says in thanks.
Aerion allows Daeron to have the last word, knowing that either man likely isn't going to be convinced ot the other's position in one night, drinking or not.
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Post by Daeron Wildfyre on Jul 29, 2019 2:48:53 GMT 1
He raises his glass to Aerion's words. He doubted that Aerion would be painting a black dragon onto his shield tonight, but he hoped that he had at least planted a seed of ambition into his brother's head. Contention maintained the status quo, ambition upset it.
"Aye, now that's something that I can drink to.
To future greatness for the both of us. May we earn glory, honors, and women, all in great amounts!"
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Post by Aerion Flowers on Aug 11, 2019 3:30:18 GMT 1
Aerion raises his glass along side his brother in silent solidarity, and continues drinking and making small talk until he takes his leave.
That sounds like /scene
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