waysoftheearth wrote:
Ulric, Victor; The Holdfasts
danhem wrote:"Hello there!" Ulric calls out to the farmers. "We are looking for some friends of ours, the Huberts. Could you direct us to their farm?"
A few of the farm folk scratch their noggins, behinds, or crotches, respectively, as they ponder this complex piece of phraseology.
"Huberts, ya say?" repeats the nearest fellow; an old geezer in ridiculously muddy coveralls.
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"Huberts, they sez," repeats another farmer, as like as not to be the old geezer's son, though he himself is well into his middle age.
"If ya means old Dell Hubert, you's way orf yer mark," the old fella surmises.
"They's way orf south," concurs his son.
"Way orf south," chips a younger lad of perhaps a dozen years, cheerily. He might as well be the old fella's grandson.
"You's gotta git down thar ova that there rise," the old fella continues, with a wave of his calloused hand.
"Then you'll sees Hubert's place down tha back paddock,"
"Won't help ya none tho'," says the son.
"Nope," chimes the grandson with a beaming smile.
"Tha dang Snorks cleared 'im out last jus' week, they did" explains the son, with a grimace of pent up frustration.
"Cleared 'im all out good," beams the grandson, not really comprehending his own meaning.
The old fella puts his hand on the boy's head and hocks a great spit ball to rival one of
Victor's.
[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;
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