<strong>OOC:</strong>Sorry to keep you waiting, Kolette. I was trying to give ReverendBonobo some time to take over Frederick, but he's a slowpoke. For now I'll keep him as an NPC, until Bonobo decides to get his act together :P<br/><br/><hr/><div class="floatleft">(http://img33.imageshack.us/img33/8400/frederickmartin.jpg)</div><strong>Frederick Martin,</strong>Front Lawn of Avonleigh [Marcus Dupont, Richard Dupont, Frederick Martin, Kolette de Brest, Gregor Brun, Marie Brun, Ivy Montague, Sylria the Elf, Ashley Browley, Alfreic Slate]<br/><br/>Frederick Martin turned to the young woman who addressed him. "Oh, my lady, if we catch anything half as delectable as you look, well," and here he paused to look Kolette de Brest up and down, "we'll all be dining as happy men, my dear." He chuckled a bit at the woman. She seemed enthusiastic about the hunt. Perhaps he would offer her a private lesson or two on the proper use of a gentleman's firearm.<br/><br/>"Is that? No, it can't be. Is he really here?" Frederick was speaking to himself, a hand over his brow to shield his view from the sun. "My fair woman, you're in for a real treat today. He finally made it."<br/><br/>Stepping forward, Frederick Martin gave a wide wave. His voice loud and deep and full of affection, he shouted, "Alfriec, my good man! It's been too long!" He chuckled as the rider approached, stepping forward to touch the great beast's reins. "I knew you were in the northern country, and I'd hoped that my letter would reach you in time." With a broad smile, he continued. "You made it. Just wait til Victor sees you. It's been a while, my friend. Welcome to Avonleigh."<br/><br/>Servants began to approach the gathered nobles with horses, three to four at a time. The animals were tacked, saddled and ready to ride. "My ladies," said Sebastian Archambault, with a particularly bright smile for Ivy Montague. "Good luck today, Miss Ivy, with the hunt and all."