My lords, my ladies...

[thetrudger]

 My dear, dear mundane!

I didn't realize we were so close. Please, allow me to offer you my thanks. I would indeed be grateful to find a second home.


And you, in return, get the pleasure of the company of Geoffrey Chaucer! The lily among the thorns, the whisperer of the written word, the herald of life itself-


...Ah, now, don't give me that look. I'm a writer. I'm allowed to exaggerate. 

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Tagging mostly so mun can squee over this

[like_a_gerbil]

You're Geoffrey Chaucer? [Steve's really trying to keep his disbelief in check. He's used to meeting people from the future, not the past.] The Chaucer.

:D

[thetrudger]

Yes, indeed I am! Chaucer, poet, herald... I answer to all.

[He is very pleased with all the attention he's getting.]

And you, my good sir? You are...?

I loved him so much XD

[like_a_gerbil]

[Even caught by surprise, he can't quite forget his manners.] It's a pleasure to meet you, Mr. Chaucer. I'm Steve Rogers. I've read one of your books.

You're in one of those games?

He's a blast to play :)

[thetrudger]

It is most definitely a pleasure, Mr. Rogers. And is that so? That is quite satisfying to hear.

I am indeed. 'Tis a mystical castle, full of wonders and magic, but also shadows and darkness. Named Cair Paradisa. Are you in a game, sir?

[like_a_gerbil]

I've heard of Cair Paradisa. Well, my mundane has. I'm in a game called The Library. We were sent there to repair the place and the worlds outside the Gates.