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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;:'''[[Melody Ellsmere]] has posed:'''&amp;lt;br&amp;gt;&amp;lt;span&amp;gt;&amp;lt;/span&amp;gt; &amp;lt;br /&amp;gt;As a delicate lady, Melody got something a bit more light, a bit more gentle, a bit more easy on the stomach than steak. A slice of roasted veal and a lamb chop - wonderful and light! Never mind that she's /eating baby animals/. At least she's doing so daintily. With her healer's hat and half-plate armor left aside, Melody doesn't look particularly imposing, with wavy-curly ash blonde hair down past her shoulders and a blank look in mascaraed eyes. &amp;quot;It's pretty disgusting,&amp;quot; she agrees, slicing off a piece of lamb with slow, loving strokes. &amp;lt;br /&amp;gt;&amp;lt;br /&amp;gt;&amp;quot;Mmm... Dwarves,&amp;quot; she says, slowly. &amp;quot;Well... you have to give them respect for what they are. They're stunted little short-arses. But they're tough... and they're resistant to toxins, too. They have to be, they're practically huffing the planet's - ahem - effluvium, in their miserable little caverns.&amp;quot; A pause to chew daintily. A rather long one, since she chews the bite fifteen times /exactly,/ and then takes a big gulp of the red wine she's having with it. &amp;quot;So... I don't think we can use poison, like we could with rats. And if we just blew them all up, we'd have to dig out their caverns, I think? But that's more military engineering than anything.&amp;quot;&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;:'''[[Melody Ellsmere]] has posed:'''&amp;lt;br&amp;gt;&amp;lt;span&amp;gt;&amp;lt;/span&amp;gt; &amp;lt;br /&amp;gt;As a delicate lady, Melody got something a bit more light, a bit more gentle, a bit more easy on the stomach than steak. A slice of roasted veal and a lamb chop - wonderful and light! Never mind that she's /eating baby animals/. At least she's doing so daintily. With her healer's hat and half-plate armor left aside, Melody doesn't look particularly imposing, with wavy-curly ash blonde hair down past her shoulders and a blank look in mascaraed eyes. &amp;quot;It's pretty disgusting,&amp;quot; she agrees, slicing off a piece of lamb with slow, loving strokes. &amp;lt;br /&amp;gt;&amp;lt;br /&amp;gt;&amp;quot;Mmm... Dwarves,&amp;quot; she says, slowly. &amp;quot;Well... you have to give them respect for what they are. They're stunted little short-arses. But they're tough... and they're resistant to toxins, too. They have to be, they're practically huffing the planet's - ahem - effluvium, in their miserable little caverns.&amp;quot; A pause to chew daintily. A rather long one, since she chews the bite fifteen times /exactly,/ and then takes a big gulp of the red wine she's having with it. &amp;quot;So... I don't think we can use poison, like we could with rats. And if we just blew them all up, we'd have to dig out their caverns, I think? But that's more military engineering than anything.&amp;quot;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;
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&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td colspan=&quot;2&quot;&gt;&amp;#160;&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;&lt;ins style=&quot;font-weight: bold; text-decoration: none;&quot;&gt;:'''[[Riku]] has posed:'''&amp;lt;br&amp;gt;&amp;lt;span&amp;gt;&amp;lt;/span&amp;gt;No rest for the wicked. &amp;lt;br /&amp;gt;&amp;lt;br /&amp;gt; Riku feels almost uncomfortable, as if he wasn't sure anymore which side of the disguise he was really standing on. It was actually sort of freeing in a way, to think that after this was done he could go back to his actual life. &amp;lt;br /&amp;gt;&amp;lt;br /&amp;gt; For any known value such as he had... &amp;lt;br /&amp;gt;&amp;lt;br /&amp;gt; He had taken his time however. There was no time limit on requests that he made up from people that hung in the background of his mind like storm clouds. So his ways and means to actually getting here are his own. The situation however? Was completely different then. It usually was. &amp;lt;br /&amp;gt;&amp;lt;br /&amp;gt; So now that Hearts Intertwined was slowing down and he could slip away for a day or two-- he went bearing trouble to dump into the lap of anybody particularly worthy of such a gift, this being set at the remarkably low threshold as he moves through the portal with purpose. Now, that purpose? To trigger a random portal jump on purpose. &amp;lt;br /&amp;gt;&amp;lt;br /&amp;gt; You set one end, and you define the other-- but you stop paying attention-- And- POOF. In with the riffraff and sparce ruffians, out for a pound. Riku looks around with interest and then down at the guy whose stew he has overturned, steps down from the table without pausing to apologize or even notice the guy, orders something to eat and a nice thick stew and some dark bread. This has no reflection on him being sensible. &amp;lt;br /&amp;gt;&amp;lt;br /&amp;gt; Riku is not a sensible type of guy.&lt;/ins&gt;&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;&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;:'''[[Baigan]] has posed:'''&amp;lt;br&amp;gt;&amp;lt;span&amp;gt;&amp;lt;/span&amp;gt; &amp;quot;An excellent point, Lady Ellsmere,&amp;quot; Baigan replies, listening attentively to the details of her gruesome diagnosis. &amp;quot;Perhaps Glayffe will have some notion of how to undermine their abode... as it were.&amp;quot; Oh ho ho, Baigan, you charmer. Taking another bite of his steak, his unblinking gaze drifts, as it sometimes does, down to the commoners below, who discuss so much more trivial and plebian matters. Baigan has no quarrel with the common folk so long as they know their place. As head of what constitutes Baron's police force, that is, his guardsmen, he is a fearful figure, but for all his grandiosity when it comes to Baron he rarely throws his own weight around. So long as proper deference to authority is offered, he rarely comes into conflict with his own people.&amp;lt;br /&amp;gt; &amp;lt;br /&amp;gt; This largely peacable relationship will come in handy when Riku materializes directly on top of a table like he does not give a damn -- in fact, he does not -- and casually kicks someone's stew over. First of all, such an imperious gesture almost automatically impresses Baigan, both as someone who instinctively respects people who behave like authority figures and as someone who has spent most of his life stewing in resentment, even when he was not an official bad guy. But more importantly, he is familiar with that method of transport.&amp;lt;br /&amp;gt; &amp;lt;br /&amp;gt; &amp;quot;Milord!&amp;quot; he calls, rising smoothly from his seat, before the stunned speechless thugs can even think to react to Riku's badassery. &amp;quot;Come, join us upstairs! Members of your fine organization are always welcome in Baron.&amp;quot; He has only met LEXUS and Jafar before, but given how different the two were, he has no expectations. Admittedly, it helps that Riku is acting like a boss. And of course, he has dealt with many foreign emissaries at this point, not all of whom are familiar with Baron's customs, like not walking on tables and kicking people's food.&amp;lt;br /&amp;gt; &amp;lt;br /&amp;gt; Okay, maybe that is a stretch.&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;:'''[[Baigan]] has posed:'''&amp;lt;br&amp;gt;&amp;lt;span&amp;gt;&amp;lt;/span&amp;gt; &amp;quot;An excellent point, Lady Ellsmere,&amp;quot; Baigan replies, listening attentively to the details of her gruesome diagnosis. &amp;quot;Perhaps Glayffe will have some notion of how to undermine their abode... as it were.&amp;quot; Oh ho ho, Baigan, you charmer. Taking another bite of his steak, his unblinking gaze drifts, as it sometimes does, down to the commoners below, who discuss so much more trivial and plebian matters. Baigan has no quarrel with the common folk so long as they know their place. As head of what constitutes Baron's police force, that is, his guardsmen, he is a fearful figure, but for all his grandiosity when it comes to Baron he rarely throws his own weight around. So long as proper deference to authority is offered, he rarely comes into conflict with his own people.&amp;lt;br /&amp;gt; &amp;lt;br /&amp;gt; This largely peacable relationship will come in handy when Riku materializes directly on top of a table like he does not give a damn -- in fact, he does not -- and casually kicks someone's stew over. First of all, such an imperious gesture almost automatically impresses Baigan, both as someone who instinctively respects people who behave like authority figures and as someone who has spent most of his life stewing in resentment, even when he was not an official bad guy. But more importantly, he is familiar with that method of transport.&amp;lt;br /&amp;gt; &amp;lt;br /&amp;gt; &amp;quot;Milord!&amp;quot; he calls, rising smoothly from his seat, before the stunned speechless thugs can even think to react to Riku's badassery. &amp;quot;Come, join us upstairs! Members of your fine organization are always welcome in Baron.&amp;quot; He has only met LEXUS and Jafar before, but given how different the two were, he has no expectations. Admittedly, it helps that Riku is acting like a boss. And of course, he has dealt with many foreign emissaries at this point, not all of whom are familiar with Baron's customs, like not walking on tables and kicking people's food.&amp;lt;br /&amp;gt; &amp;lt;br /&amp;gt; Okay, maybe that is a stretch.&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;&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;:'''[[Melody Ellsmere]] has posed:'''&amp;lt;br&amp;gt;&amp;lt;span&amp;gt;&amp;lt;/span&amp;gt; &amp;lt;br /&amp;gt;Melody is on her feet already and clapping merrily. &amp;lt;br /&amp;gt;&amp;lt;br /&amp;gt;Melody Ellsmere: WONDERFUL HUMAN BEING &amp;lt;br /&amp;gt;&amp;lt;br /&amp;gt;&amp;quot;Did you see that?? Ahahaha, that was astounding! Look at his FACE!&amp;quot; she says, to Baigan, and not THAT loud, because she isn't a complete fool. She tosses her hair back with one gloved hand, touching Baigan's wrist and leaning over again to ask, &amp;quot;Do you know his name? I like him. do you think he'll do that again if we ask him nicely?&amp;quot; Then she pauses for a moment, lost, apparently, in thought.&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;:'''[[Melody Ellsmere]] has posed:'''&amp;lt;br&amp;gt;&amp;lt;span&amp;gt;&amp;lt;/span&amp;gt; &amp;lt;br /&amp;gt;Melody is on her feet already and clapping merrily. &amp;lt;br /&amp;gt;&amp;lt;br /&amp;gt;Melody Ellsmere: WONDERFUL HUMAN BEING &amp;lt;br /&amp;gt;&amp;lt;br /&amp;gt;&amp;quot;Did you see that?? Ahahaha, that was astounding! Look at his FACE!&amp;quot; she says, to Baigan, and not THAT loud, because she isn't a complete fool. She tosses her hair back with one gloved hand, touching Baigan's wrist and leaning over again to ask, &amp;quot;Do you know his name? I like him. do you think he'll do that again if we ask him nicely?&amp;quot; Then she pauses for a moment, lost, apparently, in thought.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;
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&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;&lt;del style=&quot;font-weight: bold; text-decoration: none;&quot;&gt;:'''[[Riku]] has posed:'''&amp;lt;br&amp;gt;&amp;lt;span&amp;gt;&amp;lt;/span&amp;gt;No rest for the wicked. &amp;lt;br /&amp;gt;&amp;lt;br /&amp;gt; Riku feels almost uncomfortable, as if he wasn't sure anymore which side of the disguise he was really standing on. It was actually sort of freeing in a way, to think that after this was done he could go back to his actual life. &amp;lt;br /&amp;gt;&amp;lt;br /&amp;gt; For any known value such as he had... &amp;lt;br /&amp;gt;&amp;lt;br /&amp;gt; He had taken his time however. There was no time limit on requests that he made up from people that hung in the background of his mind like storm clouds. So his ways and means to actually getting here are his own. The situation however? Was completely different then. It usually was. &amp;lt;br /&amp;gt;&amp;lt;br /&amp;gt; So now that Hearts Intertwined was slowing down and he could slip away for a day or two-- he went bearing trouble to dump into the lap of anybody particularly worthy of such a gift, this being set at the remarkably low threshold as he moves through the portal with purpose. Now, that purpose? To trigger a random portal jump on purpose. &amp;lt;br /&amp;gt;&amp;lt;br /&amp;gt; You set one end, and you define the other-- but you stop paying attention-- And- POOF. In with the riffraff and sparce ruffians, out for a pound. Riku looks around with interest and then down at the guy whose stew he has overturned, steps down from the table without pausing to apologize or even notice the guy, orders something to eat and a nice thick stew and some dark bread. This has no reflection on him being sensible. &amp;lt;br /&amp;gt;&amp;lt;br /&amp;gt; Riku is not a sensible type of guy.&lt;/del&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td colspan=&quot;2&quot;&gt;&amp;#160;&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;&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;:'''[[Riku]] has posed:'''&amp;lt;br&amp;gt;&amp;lt;span&amp;gt;&amp;lt;/span&amp;gt;Riku is nothing if not polite to those who are giving him food. Not so much to guys who have suddenly sans-stew. He didn't actually plan on the stew-kicking, but he comes from a long and storied tradition of just completely /ignoring/ anything so archaic as reality and simply picking and choosing what parts he will engage in. &amp;lt;br /&amp;gt;&amp;lt;br /&amp;gt; Also! --Subterfuge. Because as Riku swipes the stew and bread from a tray, there is money left behind on the table of the stunned ruffians. A much larger amount of it than would be seemly for such a thing. This may or may not cause trouble as it's just-- /money/ laying out there in open sight, with nobody really close to it at all. &amp;lt;br /&amp;gt;&amp;lt;br /&amp;gt; Regardless of whether this causes schenadigans or not (or even if it's real money) Riku takes his food up to the upper level. &amp;quot;Captain Baigan.&amp;quot; he inclines his head, and would bow slightly if he would not faceplant into his stew (which would lower the badassery quotient) I have heard so much about you. I don't think I have had a chance to meet your lovely companion.&amp;quot; he doesn't smile at this, simply inclines his head to her as well and wait to be offered a seat. &amp;lt;br /&amp;gt;&amp;lt;br /&amp;gt; &amp;quot;Sorry for interrupting your meal.&amp;quot; And-- Not sorry at all. Yep. Trouble.&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;:'''[[Riku]] has posed:'''&amp;lt;br&amp;gt;&amp;lt;span&amp;gt;&amp;lt;/span&amp;gt;Riku is nothing if not polite to those who are giving him food. Not so much to guys who have suddenly sans-stew. He didn't actually plan on the stew-kicking, but he comes from a long and storied tradition of just completely /ignoring/ anything so archaic as reality and simply picking and choosing what parts he will engage in. &amp;lt;br /&amp;gt;&amp;lt;br /&amp;gt; Also! --Subterfuge. Because as Riku swipes the stew and bread from a tray, there is money left behind on the table of the stunned ruffians. A much larger amount of it than would be seemly for such a thing. This may or may not cause trouble as it's just-- /money/ laying out there in open sight, with nobody really close to it at all. &amp;lt;br /&amp;gt;&amp;lt;br /&amp;gt; Regardless of whether this causes schenadigans or not (or even if it's real money) Riku takes his food up to the upper level. &amp;quot;Captain Baigan.&amp;quot; he inclines his head, and would bow slightly if he would not faceplant into his stew (which would lower the badassery quotient) I have heard so much about you. I don't think I have had a chance to meet your lovely companion.&amp;quot; he doesn't smile at this, simply inclines his head to her as well and wait to be offered a seat. &amp;lt;br /&amp;gt;&amp;lt;br /&amp;gt; &amp;quot;Sorry for interrupting your meal.&amp;quot; And-- Not sorry at all. Yep. Trouble.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;
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