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Synopsis:

The two nobles are discussing their latest acquisitions: brand new coats and jewellery. Despite everything, the war cannot touch them, their living standards remain the same.

How to trigger:

0.
Lord Whitburn
: This neighbourhood isn't what it used to be.ce495a18-8eed-b930-4bf5-8495f1797fa0_A = Falsece495a18-8eed-b930-4bf5-8495f1797fa0_A
- 2.
  Lady Whitburn
  : What is, dear? What is?
  - 1.
    Lord Whitburn
    : You, darling! You're just as rich as the day I married you.
    End
8.
Lady Whitburn
: No Lower City house can compare to our mansion next to the High Hall.ce495a18-8eed-b930-4bf5-8495f1797fa0_A = False, ce495a18-8eed-b930-4bf5-8495f1797fa0_B = False
- 7.
  Lord Whitburn
  : Right! Safest place in the city, too.
  - 3.
    Lady Whitburn
    : It was so clever of your grandparents to build there.
    End
11.
Lady Whitburn
: Refugees. What a dreadful existence. ce495a18-8eed-b930-4bf5-8495f1797fa0_B = Falsece495a18-8eed-b930-4bf5-8495f1797fa0_B
- 6.
  Lord Whitburn
  : We could take a few in. Our mansion's big enough.
  - 9.
    Lady Whitburn
    : Oh, you are the funny one!
    End
12.
Lady Whitburn
: Darling, did you hear that crier from Baldur's Mouth? Lord Gortash is dead!GLO_Gortash_State_PermaDefeated
- 4.
  Lord Whitburn
  : Lord Gortash, dead! Do you know what that means, sweetness?
  - 5.
    Lady Whitburn
    : A state funeral! And we're sure to be invited. I'll need new clothes!
    
    10.
    Lord Whitburn
    : You always look smashing in black, dear. Wear your diamonds.
    End