*The Verge of War* A Medieval Rp

"I'm a guest. Just like you." He said at last, straightening himself up and squinting at Redd. He didn't recognise the mask, nor the voice. Why should this man care who he was?
 
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"I'm a guest. Just like you." He said at last, straightening himself up and squinting at Redd. He didn't recognise the mask, nor the voice. Why should this man care who he was?
"You could of said that at first," Redd scoffed. He turned to leave through the anonymous door. "Nice party, is it not," he said before he opened the door.
 
As they stepped out into the hallway Alfric leant against the wall and turned to face Redd. "What were you doing back there anyway?"
 
Alfric turned, startled. "How-" Redd was smirking, clearly it was said in jest. He flushed red beneath his mask, praying the man had not noticed his slip up. "Let's go then." He added quickly, setting off down the hallway.
 

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