Ambrose smiled. He puffed on his pipe, sending more smoke into the air above their heads. "Ah, yes. Love, that spring of happiness I have never tasted, so prevalent in the words and deeds of the common man. So, you broke your oath of fealty for her, and are now landless and, to the courts of Lycia, honorless. Lovers, I hear, do things that do not make sense to those outside their bond in order to see each other. But what a woman, to have beguiled the heart of such an honest man as you."
Now he was waxing poetic. He didn't know why, perhaps it was the cold that made him introspective. "But come, tell me of this lady your heart is set so strongly upon. She must, of course, be beautiful, yes?"
Now he was waxing poetic. He didn't know why, perhaps it was the cold that made him introspective. "But come, tell me of this lady your heart is set so strongly upon. She must, of course, be beautiful, yes?"
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Thank you Destin, for the awesome mug of Ambrose.