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[ Vanyel Duke is almost forty, or is forty, it depends on how age counting works in this castle-

Duke shakes his head a few times like he's trying to clear something from about him, before blinking in Vanyel's vague direction. ]

Castle.. provided, and perhaps expanded on, what would be inherited.

[ So if Luke makes the crust of his bread vanish in the next ten minutes, without eating it or feeding it to someone else, its to be expected. ]

Simply.. was not expecting.

[ He moves his fingers, winces once, and sets to healing that. Luke claps and giggles at the lights. ]