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I'm feeling restless. Need a distraction.

Can I help, My Lord?

How?

I can provide a distraction if that is what you require, My Lord.

Out with it, Simi.

*tilts her head* Out with what, My Lord? I am offering to help with your restlessness in whatever way I can. I do not know what My Lord requires to help with that, but I am willing to do what I must to see that you are settled again, My Lord.

If I had an idea as to what could distract me, I wouldn't be seeking help.

Of course, My Lord. Perhaps I could stoke the fires? Do you wish to create? I will satisfy whatever need you might have, My Lord. I am your servant.

Not tonight.

A dance perhaps? A fight? Is My Lord angered?

A fight would perhaps help.

Iron not enough for tonight?

Perhaps not.

Shame that I know nothing of entertaining the ruling class...

I was of peasant breed before I ruled the Iron Lands.

I had heard that. Wasn't sure if it was just more of our pixie gossip or not.

Well, now you know that it's truth.

I do. But it seems I should attempt to distract you in return. *flutters in a slow pirouette, thinking*

*Grins, flashes him, then runs.*

*Laughs*

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