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>> Amielle is quickly taken aside to a room full of capes. It appeared to be a room where visitors leave their hats and coats, etc. The woman who grabbed her was a chubby, short, older female British short hair (yes, with the accent).
Hartley: Oi, miss, I'm very sorry for grabbin' ya so rudely, but you were walking very quickly towards the throne room and you're um... a wee bit scantily clad, miss.
Amielle: Oh! Goodness, I'm so sorry! This was honestly the only armor they had when I rode over from Pytge. I'm here to see the King, you see. Oh! And my name is Princess Amielle Evans and I am the daughter of the King of Pytge, King Mortimer Evans and-
>>Hartley quickly grabs the sides of her skirt and bows as low as possible
Hartley: OH MISS PRINCESS! I am so very sorry! I had no idea! Welcome to our castle, Princess. Let me bring you somewhere that has clothes more suitable to you.
Amielle: Ah, thank you, ma'am.
>> Hartley and Amielle walk briskly down the hall to another room.
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>>530666
Well, for example,
Our army: 1
Their army: .75
So I guess our army is not really that great as I thought... Sorry about that, I'm just, you know, really proud of my citizens and armies, and just everyone! I really love Ptyge.
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>> blushes
I-I d-don't know what you're ta-talking about!
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