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Dimnersti smiled as his nephew entered the room with all the pomp of a noble or wealthy merchant. It was good to see a face he recognized and even better to see he was doing well. Both in an altruistic familial pride manner, and a selfish, resources to borrow, manner.
"Dimnersti D'rinishad, and it is always a pleasure to meet fellow house members kelenel." he said shaking his hand breifly before retracting them, with strangers his stone fingers were often a tool, used to disorient or distract, with house members it was a bit more sensative, who wanted to reveal mistakes of that magnitude after all.
"And how is my favorite nephew? doing well for himself it seems." He said with a broad smile as he offered his hand to the nephew he'd not seen in era's though it seemed fewer for him than for faust.
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Nothing bonds a father and son like the truth about the dead prostitute in the living room....
World forge
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