Bladedancer
Fighter
Our only line of defense against the return of the thylacine
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Post by Bladedancer on Apr 6, 2009 18:33:40 GMT -8
<In response to the remark about its disinfecting qualities.>
"Probably the most charitable thing that can be said for it." Elia eyes the rum with distaste, but offers Quel a friendly enough smile. "This does a better job," she holds up a vial, then slips it away into her dress again, "which is why I put the liberty of putting it onto your bandage. It may sting a little."
She gives Quel a longer look, her smile turning more inquisitive.e. "You make a living with your weapons, sir? I'd have expected you to prefer the Broken Drum. They specialize in the needs of military men."
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Post by Shiningwolf on Apr 6, 2009 18:35:40 GMT -8
The Glove: "Now friend, tell me, what do you think those two are up to?" as he gestures towards the pair at the bar.
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Post by Nephallim on Apr 6, 2009 18:40:51 GMT -8
The Wanderer
The Deva leans forward, eyes confidently set on the pale woman.
"And here I thought you like to flirt," He says with rock-solid confidence, his voice dropping to a flirtatious whisper, "What other secrets are you keeping?"
The Spellsword
Quel smiles, "The halflings in Xan make a good spiced rum. I know a man who sells the stuff wholesale. I can put you in touch with him if you like?"
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Bladedancer
Fighter
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Post by Bladedancer on Apr 6, 2009 18:42:55 GMT -8
"The halflings in Xan, may the gods bless them, are good at many things." Elia's lips quirk. "Knowing a good drink from cleaning fluid isn't one of them."
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Post by Nephallim on Apr 6, 2009 18:47:27 GMT -8
The Spellsword
"To each their own," Quel shrugs, "And as for the Broken Drum. . . well, they don't keep their fire as warm or carry fine spirits." He takes another swig of his rum and blows a smoke ring in the woman's general direction, "And it is considered fine, you know."
The Scalechanger
"I haven't a clue," The rat replies as it finishes the last of the cheese, "Maybe they're about to fight? They theem intent on eachother. . ."
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Post by Myridd on Apr 6, 2009 18:48:15 GMT -8
Carmella smirks, licking her crimson lips. "MMmmm... if I told you my secrets, than the fun of finding them on your own would be ruined..." She purrs seductively as she slides her hand down his arm.
The Dragon Kissed:
He nodded to Quel. "Yes.. I would like that. About how much does a cask of it cost? I doubt I could carry much around at once.." He glances at Elia out of the corner of his eye, and than notices the books she is carrying. "Did I disturb your work...? I am sorry... I could reimburse you for your medicine."
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Post by Shiningwolf on Apr 6, 2009 18:50:59 GMT -8
The Glove "Hehe, I don't think that's what they have in mind, though she seems...hungry..."
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Post by Nephallim on Apr 6, 2009 18:54:28 GMT -8
The Wanderer
The Deva arches an eyebrow at the pale woman's advaces and leans closer to whisper in her ear, "I'd need to slip out of my mail for that, wouldn't I. . ."
The Spellsword
"A cask?" Quel muses, "I'm not certain. I never buy in that quantity. I could put you in touch with the man though."
The Scalechanger
"I did not think humanth did that. . ." The rat squeaks, "I don't thuppose you have any meat?"
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Bladedancer
Fighter
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Post by Bladedancer on Apr 6, 2009 18:56:28 GMT -8
"Consider it a gift." She gestures to the books, chuckling. "I'm simply updating a few accounts. Something to occupy my time, and earn a little coin. " She gives another glance to the rum, but then dismisses the subject with a tiny wave of her hand. "So, lad, what do you do for your supper?"
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Post by Myridd on Apr 6, 2009 18:58:54 GMT -8
Carmella lets out a soft, seductive chuckle. "Yes... well it would be more comfortable that way..."
The Dragon Kissed:
He nods at Quel, "Yes, I would appreciate that... Ah... what is your name sir? If we are to have a business deal of sorts I should know your name.. Mine is Ezekial."
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Post by Myridd on Apr 6, 2009 19:02:05 GMT -8
The Dragon Kissed:
He looked at Elia, surprised she is still talking to him, and it is obvious he is somewhat shy. Still, he looks at her as boldly as he can and speaks. "Honestly? Not much as of late.. I usually do odd jobs.. search out thugs and such... anything to get by..."
His dark cheeks have taken on a slight rosy color, perhaps not caused by the rum...
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Post by Nephallim on Apr 6, 2009 19:06:03 GMT -8
The Wanderer
"Well miss Snow," The Deva murmors warmly, "Decorum dictates that we retire to private. . . unless you want everyone to know your secrets."
The Spellsword
"Quel of Ashenshield Square," The half-elf says as he pulls the cigar from between his teeth, "And the man iin question is a goblin by the name of Gould. He keeps a palazzo in the Imperial square."
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Post by Shiningwolf on Apr 6, 2009 19:06:32 GMT -8
The Glove "Lets just say, some people have...unique appetites, little one. Some more normal than others."
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Post by Nephallim on Apr 6, 2009 19:12:36 GMT -8
The Scalechanger
The rat seems to shrug. "No meat then?"
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Post by Myridd on Apr 6, 2009 19:12:36 GMT -8
"..but of course..." Carmella purrs as she stands, grabbing her purse as she does. She walks around Desmond, brushing up against him lightly as she twirls a room key on an outstretched finger. "... I have a room, upstairs."
The Dragon Kissed:
"Gould.. " He mutters to himself as he quickly pulls out a piece of parchment and scribbles down the name, before looking at Elia again. ".. and Your name miss? If you don't mind...?"
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