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The corner of his mouth curved upward into a small smile, "A good dream, I suppose." he laughed quietly, although it seemed half-hearted and almost fake, "However, I have a feeling that honour would not be bestowed upon myself."

He took a small breath before continuing, his expression taking a turn of serious-ness, "As for me. I only wish to be remembered in the history books." he put on a laugh, "A rather childish dream, I think. Ah well."

Sparrow's head turned slightly toward the commotion, the noise throwing his concentration off briefly. "Someone's had one too many methi--" he cleared his throat, remembering who he was meant to be, "It would appear that someone had one too many glasses of wine."

"I am, by no means, a fighting man good sir." Sparrow replied calmly, stopping his walk and turning his head slightly toward the man. "A fight is not for enjoyment. In my beliefs, fighting is an awful code of conduct. I would never dream of such things."

Sparrow, thankful for his capabilities in masking his true emotions, was quite capable of becoming a different character at the drop of a hat - he had talked himself out of many arrests and had even conviced a band of thieves not to steal his horse. Although, that was a while ago and this time he needed to remain lord Raislin. That was important. He was pretty sure Raislin did not enjoy fights.

{I believe he has, it's his favorite book, as it says on his profile.

Love that book, by the way heart }

Profile:
Name: Lord Ryn Shar, The offender
Appearance: Black cloak over a traditional black dress suit.


The lord wandered through the Central Plaza, with no lady accompanying him to the festive occasion. He avoided eye contact with the gaurds and the guests, lest to attract attention to himself, and meandered towards the Monarch, a badly wrapped gift half hidden in his sleek black cloak. He stepped up to the monarch, and took a grand, somewhat overexaggerated bow, and placed the box in her hands, and smiled, a expression that ill-suited his gaunt face.
"a simple gift, to mark this wonderous occasion. please, enjoy it." and Shar dissapeared back into the crowd before the Queen could ask any questions. He eyed the guests, some of them clumsily consealing weapons under their grand dresses and expensive suits.
He wondered the purpose of this small army. He up an architecturaly perfect staircase, and surveyed the heavily gaurded entrances, and wondered when the Queen would open the most memorable gift she would ever recieve.
(by the by, Dune (the movie) was alright, and I haven't had the ability to procure a copy of the book)

When Sparrow turned his back to Duncan, declining a fight, Duncan muttered, "coward" and flicked his middle finger at the man.
With that matter settled, Duncan's only problem now was to find a toilet of some sort. He really, really had to go.

(( Murble..... ))