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		<title>Adampsencik at 06:43, 25 March 2013</title>
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&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td class='diff-marker'&gt;&amp;#160;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td style=&quot;background-color: #f9f9f9; color: #333333; font-size: 88%; border-style: solid; border-width: 1px 1px 1px 4px; border-radius: 0.33em; border-color: #e6e6e6; vertical-align: top; white-space: pre-wrap;&quot;&gt;&lt;div&gt;:'''[[Artemis Eurus]] has posed:'''&amp;lt;br&amp;gt;&amp;lt;span&amp;gt;&amp;lt;/span&amp;gt; The fact that he mirrored her gesture and took her hand without much hesitation made Artemis feel a great deal better about this pledge. Yes, he was a man with honor and dedication, a man of purpose. This was /right/. Finally she was setting her feet on the path she had been preparing to walk for two years. How long that path would be she did not know, though she was almost certain of its ending. &amp;lt;br /&amp;gt;&amp;lt;br /&amp;gt; Artemis takes his hand in a firm grip, their blood mingling. She gives him a respectful nod. &amp;quot;Very well Sir Beoulve, I will walk this road with you,&amp;quot; she replies, releasing his hand from what was possibly a bone-crushing grip. &amp;lt;br /&amp;gt;&amp;lt;br /&amp;gt; She moves to her pack then, pulling out bandages. She wraps her hand quickly, then takes his and wraps his as well, quick and efficient, but not overly rough. Her mother had taught her better than that at least. &amp;lt;br /&amp;gt;&amp;lt;br /&amp;gt; &amp;quot;I will be sleeping in your room, by your door. I will give you what privacy you need within reason, but I will never be more than a few steps away. You will no longer answer your door. I will do that. I will test any food not made by my our hands for poison before you consume it. These are a few of my rules,&amp;quot; she informs him while she binds his hand.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td class='diff-marker'&gt;&amp;#160;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td style=&quot;background-color: #f9f9f9; color: #333333; font-size: 88%; border-style: solid; border-width: 1px 1px 1px 4px; border-radius: 0.33em; border-color: #e6e6e6; vertical-align: top; white-space: pre-wrap;&quot;&gt;&lt;div&gt;:'''[[Artemis Eurus]] has posed:'''&amp;lt;br&amp;gt;&amp;lt;span&amp;gt;&amp;lt;/span&amp;gt; The fact that he mirrored her gesture and took her hand without much hesitation made Artemis feel a great deal better about this pledge. Yes, he was a man with honor and dedication, a man of purpose. This was /right/. Finally she was setting her feet on the path she had been preparing to walk for two years. How long that path would be she did not know, though she was almost certain of its ending. &amp;lt;br /&amp;gt;&amp;lt;br /&amp;gt; Artemis takes his hand in a firm grip, their blood mingling. She gives him a respectful nod. &amp;quot;Very well Sir Beoulve, I will walk this road with you,&amp;quot; she replies, releasing his hand from what was possibly a bone-crushing grip. &amp;lt;br /&amp;gt;&amp;lt;br /&amp;gt; She moves to her pack then, pulling out bandages. She wraps her hand quickly, then takes his and wraps his as well, quick and efficient, but not overly rough. Her mother had taught her better than that at least. &amp;lt;br /&amp;gt;&amp;lt;br /&amp;gt; &amp;quot;I will be sleeping in your room, by your door. I will give you what privacy you need within reason, but I will never be more than a few steps away. You will no longer answer your door. I will do that. I will test any food not made by my our hands for poison before you consume it. These are a few of my rules,&amp;quot; she informs him while she binds his hand.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;
&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td class='diff-marker'&gt;&amp;#160;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td style=&quot;background-color: #f9f9f9; color: #333333; font-size: 88%; border-style: solid; border-width: 1px 1px 1px 4px; border-radius: 0.33em; border-color: #e6e6e6; vertical-align: top; white-space: pre-wrap;&quot;&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td class='diff-marker'&gt;&amp;#160;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td style=&quot;background-color: #f9f9f9; color: #333333; font-size: 88%; border-style: solid; border-width: 1px 1px 1px 4px; border-radius: 0.33em; border-color: #e6e6e6; vertical-align: top; white-space: pre-wrap;&quot;&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;
&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td class='diff-marker'&gt;−&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td style=&quot;color:black; font-size: 88%; border-style: solid; border-width: 1px 1px 1px 4px; border-radius: 0.33em; border-color: #ffe49c; vertical-align: top; white-space: pre-wrap;&quot;&gt;&lt;div&gt;:'''[[Ramza Beoulve]] has posed:'''&amp;lt;br&amp;gt;&amp;lt;span&amp;gt;&amp;lt;/span&amp;gt;Ramza would shake her hand firmly, allowing their blood to mix, mingle, and clot. Artemis would note that while there was strength in his grip, he did not appear to be bonecrushingly strong. His build seemed more wiry, perhaps, and his armor despite being platemail was lightened to accomodate him. &amp;lt;br /&amp;gt; &amp;lt;br /&amp;gt; As she spoke her words, he'd reply, giving her a nod just as respectful. &amp;quot;I am pleased that you've decided to walk it with me.&amp;quot; &amp;lt;br /&amp;gt; &amp;lt;br /&amp;gt; &lt;del class=&quot;diffchange diffchange-inline&quot;&gt;She &lt;/del&gt;accepted the &lt;del class=&quot;diffchange diffchange-inline&quot;&gt;banding &lt;/del&gt;with little fuss, he had skill with white magic, but the gesture was important and he didn't want to her to think that by healing the wound so quickly that he was disrespectful, or taking the oath lightly. Looking at the bandages, he'd flex his hand briefly, before sliding his leather glove back over it. &amp;lt;br /&amp;gt; &amp;lt;br /&amp;gt; And then came the other suggestions, Ramza was still nodding as they came, perhaps his thoughts were on other matters, as they didn't register at first. And then his eyes would widen, and he was staring right at her. His cheeks turned beet red almost immediately. &amp;quot;M-M'lady, I..no, there's no need for that. If you insist on staying in my room, then you may have the bed. I'll take the floor, or sleep in the chair.&amp;quot; &amp;lt;br /&amp;gt; &amp;lt;br /&amp;gt; The other suggestions he would address later. Right now it was just the sleeping in the same room as a Lady that concerned him. Even with Katyna, he'd tucked her in then gave her /complete/ privacy even if it had been his tent and his bed.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td class='diff-marker'&gt;+&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td style=&quot;color:black; font-size: 88%; border-style: solid; border-width: 1px 1px 1px 4px; border-radius: 0.33em; border-color: #a3d3ff; vertical-align: top; white-space: pre-wrap;&quot;&gt;&lt;div&gt;:'''[[Ramza Beoulve]] has posed:'''&amp;lt;br&amp;gt;&amp;lt;span&amp;gt;&amp;lt;/span&amp;gt;Ramza would shake her hand firmly, allowing their blood to mix, mingle, and clot. Artemis would note that while there was strength in his grip, he did not appear to be bonecrushingly strong. His build seemed more wiry, perhaps, and his armor despite being platemail was lightened to accomodate him. &amp;lt;br /&amp;gt; &amp;lt;br /&amp;gt; As she spoke her words, he'd reply, giving her a nod just as respectful. &amp;quot;I am pleased that you've decided to walk it with me.&amp;quot; &amp;lt;br /&amp;gt; &amp;lt;br /&amp;gt; &lt;ins class=&quot;diffchange diffchange-inline&quot;&gt;He &lt;/ins&gt;accepted the &lt;ins class=&quot;diffchange diffchange-inline&quot;&gt;bandaging &lt;/ins&gt;with little fuss, he had skill with white magic, but the gesture was important and he didn't want to her to think that by healing the wound so quickly that he was disrespectful, or taking the oath lightly. Looking at the bandages, he'd flex his hand briefly, before sliding his leather glove back over it. &amp;lt;br /&amp;gt; &amp;lt;br /&amp;gt; And then came the other suggestions, Ramza was still nodding as they came, perhaps his thoughts were on other matters, as they didn't register at first. And then his eyes would widen, and he was staring right at her. His cheeks turned beet red almost immediately. &amp;quot;M-M'lady, I..no, there's no need for that. If you insist on staying in my room, then you may have the bed. I'll take the floor, or sleep in the chair.&amp;quot; &amp;lt;br /&amp;gt; &amp;lt;br /&amp;gt; The other suggestions he would address later. Right now it was just the sleeping in the same room as a Lady that concerned him. Even with Katyna, he'd tucked her in then gave her /complete/ privacy even if it had been his tent and his bed.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;
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&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td class='diff-marker'&gt;&amp;#160;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td style=&quot;background-color: #f9f9f9; color: #333333; font-size: 88%; border-style: solid; border-width: 1px 1px 1px 4px; border-radius: 0.33em; border-color: #e6e6e6; vertical-align: top; white-space: pre-wrap;&quot;&gt;&lt;div&gt;:'''[[Artemis Eurus]] has posed:'''&amp;lt;br&amp;gt;&amp;lt;span&amp;gt;&amp;lt;/span&amp;gt; And so, Ramza would get his first withering look from Artemis. It is sure to be the first on many. &amp;quot;I have slept on the earth for two years Ramza Beoulve, I have a bedroll and plenty of furs to keep me comfortable. I will sleep in front of your door so that anyone entering will be facing me first. While I am quick, I would not take chances on this--so save me your chivalry. You will sleep on the bed or you can sleep on the floor as well, I care not, though I imagine you will wake much better rested if you sleep in the bed,&amp;quot; she replies, beginning to unpack and roll out her bedroll. Is...is that a behemoth skin? Sure is. &amp;lt;br /&amp;gt;&amp;lt;br /&amp;gt; &amp;quot;Additionally, I know you can fight. I will not coddle you, this I promise. I will give you what space I believe to be reasonable....and please, it is imperative that you are always armed, especially when you go to the privy. NEVER go to the privy without your sword, do you understand?&amp;quot; she is awfully vehement about this!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td class='diff-marker'&gt;&amp;#160;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td style=&quot;background-color: #f9f9f9; color: #333333; font-size: 88%; border-style: solid; border-width: 1px 1px 1px 4px; border-radius: 0.33em; border-color: #e6e6e6; vertical-align: top; white-space: pre-wrap;&quot;&gt;&lt;div&gt;:'''[[Artemis Eurus]] has posed:'''&amp;lt;br&amp;gt;&amp;lt;span&amp;gt;&amp;lt;/span&amp;gt; And so, Ramza would get his first withering look from Artemis. It is sure to be the first on many. &amp;quot;I have slept on the earth for two years Ramza Beoulve, I have a bedroll and plenty of furs to keep me comfortable. I will sleep in front of your door so that anyone entering will be facing me first. While I am quick, I would not take chances on this--so save me your chivalry. You will sleep on the bed or you can sleep on the floor as well, I care not, though I imagine you will wake much better rested if you sleep in the bed,&amp;quot; she replies, beginning to unpack and roll out her bedroll. Is...is that a behemoth skin? Sure is. &amp;lt;br /&amp;gt;&amp;lt;br /&amp;gt; &amp;quot;Additionally, I know you can fight. I will not coddle you, this I promise. I will give you what space I believe to be reasonable....and please, it is imperative that you are always armed, especially when you go to the privy. NEVER go to the privy without your sword, do you understand?&amp;quot; she is awfully vehement about this!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;
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