Pepin winced and closed her eyes in frustration. She needed to begin revoking memberships to the club.

She saw Ben step closer to the Baron and hoped for the best. It was out of her hands.

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Ben stood before the shorter man, who seemed to be dressed in some form of period costume. Was he attempting to emulate some level of royalty, perhaps? He seemed to be trying to exude an impression of being worldly and sophisticated, yet, to Ben, he didn't appear remarkable in any way. He sighed.

"Saying such ignorant and offensive things shines a big spotlight on your sad, pathetic mind. An apology to my friends...