<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 smirked a bit, and then shook his head with a bit of a remorse. "Alfreic, you old fool. You never would take my advice. With women, you always picked the worst sort. Dashing, but the kind of villains who'd tear your heart out. We all know how the cards treated you, and the wheels. You never could pull your coin out of either. And now the guns," Frederick chuckled. "You'd have done well to let me show you how to employ them."<br/><br/>Shifting a bit, he waved to the many nobles gathered nearby. All around sheep still bleated. "This is an old friend, Alfreic Slate. Ladies, treat him well. A dashing noble who went off to battle for Dementlieu." Laughing, he turned back to his friend. "We were preparing for a hunt. Care to correct your lack of knowledge in firearms? I can teach you to down a buck at a far greater distance, and with more accuracy, than a bow ever could, my old friend."