HE'S ALIVE MWAHAHHA... oh wait, still dead
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"Yes well, that is his majesty's perogative and option." Conner stated flatly. "If you are in need of anything futher Mister Wooding, just let Cheyenne know. I have business that needs to be tended too. Cheyenne will take care of the hotel room and can arrange a ride to where ever you need to go."
Always business for the Reeve. Does the man ever relax? Probably not.
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'Yes Priscus,' Chris bows his head again, 'I would not want to hold you up any longer.'
Chris checks his own pockets for keys. 'A ride to the railway station would be much appreciated... to pick up my own car.'
All of Chris' belongs are still in his pockets nothing has been removed or tampered with.
"Cheyenne." Conner nods to her. She returns his bow, removes a cellphone from her pocket and makes a call.
"I believe she is arranging you a car. I must be going. Take care Mister Wooding. I am sure we will talk again soon." Conner's words are left hanging ominously in the air as he turns to make his way out the door, unless stopped of course.
You are welcome to wrap this up, unless you had more in mind?
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Chris didn't expect anything to be gone from his pockets, but it is nice be sure of something good.
When Conner turns to his ghoul, Chris bows his head with respect. Who knows, the woman might be older than he is? Or two, three times as old. I know... nothing.
'Yes Priscus Greyson, I will always try to take care.' He smiles a bit awkward. There is nothing else he can think of that needs to be said, especially when Conner has other business.
'See you soon.'
End Scene
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