[francel laughs at the thought as he steps over the threshold into the damsel's dungeon proper.
the man who comes to greet them at the door must surely be the restaurant's owner — despite his age, he still has the seductive and dangerous whisper of a torturer of the cloth. "ah, ser aymeric," he says softly, looking both aymeric and francel over with keen silver eyes. "your usual table... for two, i take it?"
francel seems a bit too taken aback to introduce himself.]
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[francel laughs at the thought as he steps over the threshold into the damsel's dungeon proper.
the man who comes to greet them at the door must surely be the restaurant's owner — despite his age, he still has the seductive and dangerous whisper of a torturer of the cloth. "ah, ser aymeric," he says softly, looking both aymeric and francel over with keen silver eyes. "your usual table... for two, i take it?"
francel seems a bit too taken aback to introduce himself.]
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