<div class="quoteheader"><div class="topslice_quote"><a href="https://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=46369.msg2324347#msg2324347">Quote from: PhantomPistoleer on 10-10-2009, 00:47:38</a></div></div><blockquote class="bbc_standard_quote">Alfreic Slate<br/><br/> "It does not seem like a sporting contest to hunt an animal with such a foreign aberration," Alfreic said after a moment.    "I shall accompany you, but I do not care to do any shooting.  It does not strike my fancy, really.  It might strike yours because you might be unaccustomed to performing last rites-- but that, my dear man, is my profession."<br/></blockquote><div class="quotefooter"><div class="botslice_quote"></div></div><br/><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 nodded, offering the man a polite smile. His warm attitude had begun to cool a bit. "As you wish it. Tonight, when we have more time, we'll have to catch up over a meal. Viktor should be there too." Frederick took a bulky stallion by the reigns from a servant boy. "Where is my brother, anyway. He should be here by now."<br/><br/>Turning to the ladies, as well as the Dupont men, he said, "Stay close, friends. Let's see if we can't find some decent hunting today." He slipped a foot into a stirrup, and lifted himself onto the heavy brown beast.