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Tanner smiled as Triste stumbled over her words and then blushed heavily. He put an arm around her shoulder, drawing her in.

"Understood, Lady Triste. Thou art welcome to remain tonight, as it appears to please thee. Not much is remaining of the ritual, simply a night of partaking in this bastille. The Kings require no further prayers, and no further alms, but rather a soul to remain in herein halls."

Tanner looked at Triste.

"They shalt be more grateful to see twice such number."

Tanner turned to the window, seeing the moon high in the sky.

"The hour 'tween the days approacheth. Wouldst thou wish for a tour? Indeed, the battlements, the barracks, and the throne room hold wonders. Unless, of course, thou prefer the company of the Cowboy."