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[Up in the library, Equius has nabbed some blank scrolls, stolen some paints from the Bower, and is messily finger painting some rather suggestive artwork depicting an extremely muscular half-horse-half-humanoid creature.
A beast of true muscle.
Suddenly, a tight metal shackle appears over his wrist, much to his surprise and displeasure. When the video function activates, any reader will be treated to a brief glimpse of some very... awkward art. You won't get a chance to stare for too long as there's suddenly a fist with a pair of cuffs on the screen.]
Why can't a STRONG noble be left alone in this intolerable keep, to appreciate some of the finer tastes in life? What benefit could one possibly get from inconveniencing me any further?
A beast of true muscle.
Suddenly, a tight metal shackle appears over his wrist, much to his surprise and displeasure. When the video function activates, any reader will be treated to a brief glimpse of some very... awkward art. You won't get a chance to stare for too long as there's suddenly a fist with a pair of cuffs on the screen.]
Why can't a STRONG noble be left alone in this intolerable keep, to appreciate some of the finer tastes in life? What benefit could one possibly get from inconveniencing me any further?
