The marquis de Carabas's personal tour of the Manor having covered all the rooms he found interesting, it was no surprise that he eventually found himself outside to explore the grounds.
He raised his eyebrows when he saw the scene in the yard, however. The man face-down in the snow seemed somewhat... familiar, as did the redhead (who was, it seemed, about to be hit by a very large snowball indeed), and the thin man with black hair. The only one he felt no recognition for was the man in the robe, although something about him made the marquis feel a bit uneasy.
Well, far be it for de Carabas to attack the disadvantaged, and besides, in coming around the side of the Manor he had found himself behind the robed figure. He grinned, knelt down, formed up a snowball, and let fly at the back of the man's head.
"Is this a private battle, or may anyone join?" he called out, rather pleased with the belatedness of his question.
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He raised his eyebrows when he saw the scene in the yard, however. The man face-down in the snow seemed somewhat... familiar, as did the redhead (who was, it seemed, about to be hit by a very large snowball indeed), and the thin man with black hair. The only one he felt no recognition for was the man in the robe, although something about him made the marquis feel a bit uneasy.
Well, far be it for de Carabas to attack the disadvantaged, and besides, in coming around the side of the Manor he had found himself behind the robed figure. He grinned, knelt down, formed up a snowball, and let fly at the back of the man's head.
"Is this a private battle, or may anyone join?" he called out, rather pleased with the belatedness of his question.