Revision as of 11:47, 10 July 2009 by HistoricAccount Commander I. Heartly Noah
Jillian sits at the table, her cup on the tablecloth in front of her.
Jillian Zamussels: I guess I shouldn't blame you.
For, y'know, doubting that the loudmouth wench with the bad table manners could really be royal.
But I do.