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[reiks]

[ the journal picks up the sound of a light breeze - someone's found his way to the rooftop, carefully perched on one of those archer notches. sometimes, it's nice to have a moment to reflect. or stare out at the land and think wow that's pretty. Hal happens to be doing more of the former before he decides to speak up and give this journal thing a proper go. ]

This city certainly is quite a sight. [ a laugh ] There would be no view like this back home.

[ after a pause: ] -- do forgive me, citizens, I've not properly introduced myself with my limited practice of this journal. My name is Harry. And I wished to very belatedly voice my gratitude for the kind chaps at the clinic, I don't believe I had said so at the time. Your work is impeccable.

[ the wind picks up a bit, rustling the papers of the journal before Hal smooths it out with his hand. ]

I've been told that this castle houses a grand library as well. Should any among you feel obliged, I would not mind company along the way. I can promise to be on my best behaviour and provide decent companionship if anyone happens to be traveling in that direction.


[ ooc; any clinic folks can feel free to assume they treated Hal's spear wound on his left shoulder! ]

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[assassino]

No, no. America is their name for the New World, and they are its inhabitants. And if you do not know the New World, then... [An amused noise.] The Italians and the Spanish have bested England again, discovering it first.

[reiks]

[ ohoho them's fighting words. ]

We are bringing homeland rivalries into this now, are we? And here I thought we could have been dear, dear friends. Alas.

[ he'd fight back but let's face it Italy has better food and better accents. ]

[assassino]

[A laugh.]

What is friendship without a bit of competitive pride, hmm? Besides, it's not often an Italian takes time out of his busy day quarreling with other Italians to knock heads with an Englishman.

[reiks]

Ah, but I would so loathe to interrupt your busy day of quarreling, of course. [ but he is laughing too, it's all in good fun! ] If you would indulge me in company and conversation, I suppose I can try to be civil. But I take no responsibility for any form of wounded pride.