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by waysoftheearth » Wed Oct 26, 2011 9:07 am
waysoftheearth wrote:
The Man retracts his finger hastily.
"Io is parched," says one of the new comers speculatively, opening and closing his gob a few times as if tasting the air.
"You've gotta see tha gate shut, idiot!" curses the first Man, slapping his fellow over the back of the head.
"Hows about yous makes a... contribution... to ouer retirement fund, and io lets you lot in without delays, eh?" schemes the sour fellow, narrowing his eyes, figuring.
"We all knows the Deacon's nawt a... patient... Man, eh?" he develops a wicked smile. "It wouldna'... pay... to get im orf side, eh?"
"No sirree," confirms the forth militia Man, with a grin that indicates he's cottoning on at last.
"Io sees... eleven 'eads," he counts, momentarily confused as his eyes skim past Desmond/Mondes, "One pieces o' silver per 'ead sounds fair, eh?"
[f=32]
Golgildir the Elf Medium (MV 12", AC 9, HD 1, hp 1/1, AL N) great cloak,
lantern; spells: color spray; scrolls: sleep, sleep, charm person
Hirelings: Georges;
torch[/f]