Ladies Night! *found on a bench in Hlint*

[Bogorius]

Hello ladies, just wanted to let you know that I had a lot of fun last night! I'll be sure to spread the world to my noble parents about how respectful you all were of my infinite beauty and fighting skills. It is a pity though that we didn't make all that much gold, and I could have sworn that I didn't fall asleep on the way. Oh well, thanks anyway, and you can all look forward to my noble presense at the event next week. Cheers for us ladies! Almost forgot, special thanks go out to my loyal subject Rhynn, who helped teach me some pointers on armor crafting! All of you could use a word from Rhynn and I about fahion. Honestly, it looked like some of you lost a fight with your own sanity and etiquitte.

-Mila Lyonard, most beautiful, wealthy, and powerful noble in all the great continents

[Zelda1]

Larissa skipped happily throughHlintand stopped at the benches.A smirkslid across her facewhile she stuffed herself with blackberry pie.
  "I would REALLY like to give her a piece of my mind. She is no more "noble" than the rest of us. SHE isn't even a dragoncalled for gods' sake! No reason to be so full of herself..."

[LynnJuniper]

*peeks at the messege found , and shakes her head having a good long laugh , while twirling a red rose in her hand*

"You know, I think I'm actually starting to like her. Maybe I just need something so ridiculous to cheer me up."

*giggling , she pens on the note*

"Your Loyal Subject Rhynn thanks you for your benevolence Princess Mila"

*then walks away still shaking her head*

[Lord Dark]

*Relyt walks out with a mug of ale in his hand and his hand on his axe handle, stops by the bench and notices the note*  

Ah! Didn't know dere wos a noble 'round ere! Ah well... she may be noble but bein' noble don' matter when yer on da battle feild don' she know? Actually...bein' of noble blood may wan' enemies wan' ter kill yer more eh?   *Relyt walks away, downs the rest of his ale and places the mug on the bench while swinging his pack over his shoulder*