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"Anna?" Esme Crane was busy stopping her.

"That's... I'm but a tiny existence, not much more than a network of people to talk about. You know we, the Brinkens, are nothing more than an earldom, being finance bureaucrats in our own right, technocrats who are despised by the great nobility." Brinken laughed.

The two stopped touching and just walked side by side. Anna's fingers were a little sore and numb, the static from the party was a little worse, causing a twinge of something strange to surface in her mind, but for the moment she was unable to clarify where it was coming from. To relieve the soreness, she clenched her fist, her arm hanging vainly at her side.

"Oh, so the Shield Horse Regiment, which is known to be ironclad, has lice too, can I know who it is?"

"Pfft..." Anna burst out laughing, "You're still jealous of him? Another Blinken, another John Lancaster Blake, what kind of unwarranted flying jealousy are you eating?"

Suddenly the suspected Sistineus Cardinal cast his eyes
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