What Matters Most
Chicandlegendary
"Long live Lord Avery! Long live the Storm!"
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"What are you trying to do?" the blonde asked, crossing his arms over his chest and moving into Avery's line of sight.
"I want to right some wrongs and have a little fun, eh?"
"You want to find her?"
"Yes."
"And bring her back?"
"Ideally, yes."
Dale shuffled about for a minute before answering with one final question.
"And if the lady does not wish it?"
Avery smiled a wry smile.
"So be it. Either way, she will be my undoing, I can promise you that. Be good, old chap. When I get back, I expect a happy glow spread all around this country. Can you do that for me?"