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Olivier steps through the door, his brother and sister at his side. The door opens into his room, the fire banked low in the warm Spring evening. There's a tunic and trousers laid out over the wooden chest at the end of his bed, heavily embroidered for the occasion.

"Wine?" He offers them both, taking a bottle and a pair of polished wooden cups down from a shelf.

{ooc: Athelstan - Sonja - Olivier posting order?}