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playinginsandIssarok has finished the morning classes and is now free to roam around the palace.
Unfortunately, it's nearly Midwinter, so the palace is dark, and there are Southerners and Firebenders everywhere, all of whom he'd really rather not run into in the dark.
He's sitting in the throne room instead, reading over a scroll of military theory and frowning whenever he finds something he disagrees with. Which appears to be fairly often.
Unfortunately, it's nearly Midwinter, so the palace is dark, and there are Southerners and Firebenders everywhere, all of whom he'd really rather not run into in the dark.
He's sitting in the throne room instead, reading over a scroll of military theory and frowning whenever he finds something he disagrees with. Which appears to be fairly often.
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Date: 2010-04-18 03:48 pm (UTC)He's not a bad guy. Maybe he'll be willing to learn a little, too.
Sakari bows her head graciously, flattered, and takes her leave.
Her dad is definitely apologizing before he leaves.