Setting his sunglasses down, Al-Cid turned to look at Rasler, nodding. The news about Figaro had been unsettling, he supposed, but it was more because the meeting had been derailed afterward than anything else.
"Lord Rasler, hello." Stretching one arm slightly, he sighed slightly. "Your invitation to visit and see your son, as well as your lovely wife, is still open, I hope?"
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Date: 2010-01-11 03:04 am (UTC)"Lord Rasler, hello." Stretching one arm slightly, he sighed slightly. "Your invitation to visit and see your son, as well as your lovely wife, is still open, I hope?"