All for fun.
THE CAST: Two characters new to town. A dwarf, being chivalrous in imagining Lurrah needed his protection, and a Krol who has been taking notes on the comings and going of The Commons for a few days now.
ME: V'tullian and urging bloodshed as I look on.
THE STAR: A very smart white wolf
[River's Rest, Town Commons]
Fresh green grass, green as the greenest emerald, is soft underfoot and a pleasing foreground for a weathered wooden bench resting in the shade of a graceful willow tree. Chirping crickets fill the air and mingle with the voices of folk who stroll through the commons, and on occasion stop to exchange a tale or two with friends they meet along their way. A dusty path to the south and a riverstone walkway to the north are joined by a tall evergreen hedge which borders the edges of the lawn. You also see a large wooden barrel.
Also here: Brisker who is sitting, Lyaer
Obvious paths: none
Zerthos just wandered up a dusty path.
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Speaking to you, Brisker says, "You're friends here seem to protect you from harm."
Speaking to Brisker, you ask, "What do you mean?"
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Speaking to you, Brisker asks, "You important with those spikes?"
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Brisker scratches his head.
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Zerthos slings a weathered vultite wall shield off from over his shoulder.
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Zerthos mills about with an uncertain look on his face.
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Speaking to you, Brisker says, "That little halfing mouse adventurer cast some spells at me after you left."
Speaking to Brisker, you say, "I don't know what spikes have to do with my friends."
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Brisker shrugs at you.
Speaking to Brisker, you ask, "Your point?"
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Speaking to you, Brisker says, "Said you defender of town."
You nod to Brisker.
You say, "I am."
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Speaking to you, Brisker asks, "Defender leader?"
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Brisker says, "Don't appear to be much ranking."
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Brisker shrugs.
Speaking to Brisker, you say, "Yes, when needed."
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Brisker raises an eyebrow in your direction.
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Speaking to you, Zerthos asks, "Der a prollem?"
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Brisker rubs his chin thoughtfully.
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Brisker removes a viridian leather field notebook wrapped in troll skin from in his black cloak.
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Speaking to you, Zerthos says, "Do i need go get some hep."
Speaking to Zerthos, you say, "I don't think so."
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Zerthos says, "K."
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Zerthos says, "Jes let me knowed."
Speaking to Zerthos, you ask, "Some.. h..?"
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Zerthos says, "Hep."
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(Brisker quickly writes down a few lines after taking observations of the female human.)
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Zerthos says, "Ye knowed friends."
Speaking to yourself, you say, "Oh.. help."
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Zerthos says, "Aye hep."
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Brisker glances at you.
Speaking to Zerthos, you say, "No need, for that."
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Brisker leans against a graceful willow tree.
Speaking to Zerthos, you say, "I think he is just writing about me."
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Speaking to Brisker, Zerthos says, "Why ye askin such querstions."
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Brisker bristles nervously.
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Speaking to Zerthos, Brisker asks, "....I visiting?"
Zerthos says, "Peoples all bothered arounds here."
Speaking to Brisker, Zerthos says, "Visters dint ask dems kinda querstions."
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Brisker scratches his head.
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Speaking to Brisker, Zerthos says, "So name ye purpose."
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Speaking to Zerthos, Brisker asks, "You defender too?"
You glance between Zerthos and Brisker.
Speaking to you, Brisker says, "Met many defenders the last few nights..."
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Brisker gazes up into the heavens.
Speaking to Brisker, Zerthos says, "Aye defender of this young lady and the people of this town."
You think to yourself, "Oh, they should just kill one another. It would be an easy bloodbath"
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Speaking to Brisker, Zerthos says, "Ye startin to get me riles now."
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Speaking to Brisker, Zerthos says, "State ye purpose."
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Brisker rubs his chin thoughtfully.
You quietly whisper to Zerthos, "He is part Krol. You know they can't be trusted."
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Speaking to Zerthos, Brisker asks, "Defender, like bodyguard?"
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Brisker rubs his chin thoughtfully.
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Brisker takes a moment to observe Zerthos.
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(Brisker writes down a few notes about the dwarf.)
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Brisker tilts his field notebook side to side, making the light play off it.
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Brisker dusts off the a viridian leather field notebook wrapped in troll skin in his hand.
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Speaking to Brisker, you assure, "I need no guard."
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Brisker nods to you.
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Speaking to Brisker, Zerthos says, "No defender as in run ye out o town if ye purpose be bad."
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Brisker bristles nervously.
You quietly whisper to Brisker, "You really shouldn't let him speak to you like that. Although .. don’t let me sway you."
You shift your weight.
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Speaking to Zerthos, Brisker says, "...I just visiting...and meeting adventurers..."
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Speaking to Zerthos, Brisker asks, "What have I done wrong to make me leave?"
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Speaking to Brisker, Zerthos says, "Well i suppose ye betters change ye lines o querstions."
Brisker raises an eyebrow in Zerthos's direction.
You quietly whisper to Zerthos, "Then why the names?"
You think to yourself, "I wonder which one will swing first."
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You reach out and touch a blackened iron morning star in a sturdy leather pack with slender chain straps.
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Speaking to Zerthos, Brisker asks, "Are you mad that your father wasn't a krolvin?"
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Speaking to Zerthos, Brisker says, "They could never mate with dwarves well..."
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Brisker rubs his chin thoughtfully.
Speaking to Brisker, Zerthos says, "I am stertin to take a mighty dislikes to ye."
Speaking to Brisker, you say, "That is a high insult."
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Speaking to Zerthos, Brisker asks, "Why get mad by asking questions?"
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Brisker glances around, bristling with anxiety.
Speaking to Brisker, Zerthos says, "Causin ye querstions be abouts our town and their defenses like a spies for de odder sides."
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Speaking to Zerthos, Brisker asks, "You no like krolvins?"
Speaking to Brisker, Zerthos says, "Have no opinions one ways te de other."
You quietly whisper to Zerthos, "I've been watching him carefully these past days. Something is really off."
Zerthos nods to you.
Selema just wandered up a dusty path.
Selema smiles at you.
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Brisker rubs his chin thoughtfully.
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Selema sits down.
Speaking to Zerthos, you ask, "Don't you like Krolvin?"
Speaking to Zerthos, Brisker asks, "So if no opinion, why I a spy?"
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Speaking to Brisker, Zerthos says, "I suggest ye take ye krolvin feet and ye paper and scat from dis towns."
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Speaking to Zerthos, Brisker says, "I just visiting..."
Selema observes her surroundings with a keen eye.
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Selema looks around, a serene expression on her face.
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Brisker shakes his head.
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Speaking to Brisker, Zerthos says, "At l;east fer the time being."
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Speaking to Zerthos, Brisker asks, "Why time being?"
You think to yourself, "Lord, let me push for this gift for you."
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Speaking to Zerthos, Brisker asks, "Worried about krolvins?"
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Speaking to Brisker, Zerthos says, "So we can makes a decision of whats we gonna do fer ye."
Selema ponders.
You quietly whisper to Zerthos, "I think you need to teach him a lesson."
Speaking to you, Zerthos says, "Agree."
Brisker raises an eyebrow in your direction.
Speaking to Brisker, you ask, "What will you write now about me?"
Zerthos removes a beech-handled eonake morning star from in his cotton vest.
You quietly whisper to Zerthos, "You can take him. You'll have the jump."
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Brisker takes a moment to observe you.
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Zerthos says, "I gonna write sometin ye donts gets movin."
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Brisker raises an eyebrow in Zerthos's direction.
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Selema leans over and whispers, "What.. whats going on?"
Speaking to Zerthos, Brisker asks, "You hurt visitors who ask questions?"
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Speaking to Brisker, Zerthos says, "Aye ye heard me."
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Brisker coughs.
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Brisker points at Selema.
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Speaking to Brisker, Zerthos says, "When dems visitors ask dems kinds querstions."
You quietly whisper to Selema, "The dwarf here has fancied himself my protector. Just showed up in town and has noticed the Krol's behavior."
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Zerthos says, "Aye."
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Speaking to Zerthos, Brisker says, "She was nice answering my questions."
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Zerthos says, "Aye."
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Selema nods slowly to you.
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Zerthos says, "Buts i taked a distinct dislike to ye questions."
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Zerthos says, "So move it."
You think to yourself, "Nice until I kill you for conspiring with the local Krol.. What else could he be writing?"
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Zerthos whispers, "You behind me?"
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Speaking to Zerthos, Brisker says, "I was told this is where visitors should meet other citizens."
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Brisker gazes in wonder at his surroundings.
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Brisker shrugs.
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Zerthos says, "Aye."
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Zerthos says, "It is."
Zerthos says, "But i tell ye whats."
Selema's concentration shifts and becomes more focused as she slightly tilts an ear in a particular direction.
Speaking to Brisker, you say, "I've no idea what's in that book, but I'll be nice til something happens."
Speaking to you, Brisker exclaims, "My journal!"
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Zerthos says, "Aye."
You quietly whisper to Zerthos, "I've got you all the way."
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Zerthos says, "Ye spy books."
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Brisker looks over at Zerthos and shakes his head.
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Brisker looks over at Zerthos and shakes his head.
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Speaking to Zerthos, Brisker says, "I don't remember well, so I take notes."
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Zerthos says, "Dint like krolvins round dese parts."
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Zerthos says, "Have had troubles here as of late."
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Selema clarifies, "Well, he isn't all krolvin.."
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Selema shrugs.
You teasingly say, "He writes for one."
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Zerthos says, "Aye but he is gob'tak."
Speaking to Zerthos, Brisker asks, "Didn't my half-krovlin brothers help you rid the krolvin's occupation years ago?"
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Speaking to Zerthos, Brisker asks, "Why treat visitor like this?"
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Zerthos says, "And ye knowed dey cant be trusted."
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Selema ponders.
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Speaking to Brisker, Zerthos says, "Change ye lines of querstions."
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Brisker rubs his chin thoughtfully.
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Zerthos says, "And i will relent."
Speaking to Brisker, you say, "They did help... some."
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Zerthos says, "But keep it up."
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Speaking to Zerthos, Brisker asks, "What your favorite pulta?"
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Zerthos says, "And i go reznek on ye."
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Brisker coughs.
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Zerthos asks, "My favorite what?"
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Speaking to Brisker, Zerthos says, "That an insult?"
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Speaking to Zerthos, Brisker says, "Sorry, food...my tongue gets mixed."
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Zerthos says, "Ah dats better."
Zerthos asks, "My favorite food is fried half krolvin toungue wraped with half krolvin intestines why?"
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Selema gasps.
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Selema clasps her hand over her mouth.
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Brisker raises an eyebrow in Zerthos's direction.
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Selema leans over and whispers, "This dwarf is rather agitated."
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Speaking to himself, Brisker says, "I guess our saying is true..."
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Brisker rubs his chin thoughtfully.
You quietly whisper to Selema, "He is. I have no idea why he won't drop it."
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Zerthos glances at Brisker.
Speaking to Zerthos, Brisker says, "We have saying, "a small thorn can fester"."
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The great white wolf sits down, her tail sweeping across the floor.
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Speaking to Zerthos, Brisker says, "I seem to be a thorn to you."
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Zerthos says, "Aye."
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Zerthos says, "And i have mines."
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Zerthos says, "Dig it out with a star."
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Speaking to Zerthos, Brisker says, "Oh, I thought your thorn would be goblins and orcs raiding your mines."
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Zerthos just wandered down a dusty path.
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Brisker shrugs.
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Selema shakes her head.
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Brisker says, "Angry one..."
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Brisker shrugs.
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Speaking to Brisker, Selema says, "Well, Brisker.. though I do find your note-taking slightly peculiar, you're still welcome here."
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Zerthos just wandered up a dusty path.
Brisker smiles at Selema.
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Speaking to Brisker, Zerthos asks, "You still here?"
Speaking to Brisker, you say, "For now."
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Selema nods to you.
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Selema agrees with you.
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Brisker says, "Thank you for allowing me to stay."
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Brisker smiles at Selema.
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Selema clarifies, "For now."
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Brisker nods to you.
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Selema grins.
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Zerthos put a beech-handled eonake morning star in his cotton vest.
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Zerthos slings a weathered vultite wall shield over his shoulder.
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Speaking to you, Brisker says, "You too."
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Zerthos flails his arms about.
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Brisker smiles.
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Speaking to Selema, Zerthos exclaims, "You what!"
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Zerthos exclaims, "Allowing him to stay!"
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Brisker says, "...I take notes, the dwarf gets mad."
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Brisker sighs.
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Speaking to you, Zerthos says, "You to."
Speaking to Brisker, you say, "I'm not allowing anything."
You raise an eyebrow in Zerthos's direction.
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Brisker asks, "You said for now!?"
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Selema says, "He isn't being aggressive, or threatening us."
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Selema shrugs.
Speaking to Brisker, you say, "It's not my place to allow or disallow someone."
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Zerthos says, "True he aint."
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Selema agrees with you.
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Speaking to Brisker, Zerthos says, "I gonna watch ye."
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Brisker nods to Zerthos.
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Speaking to you, Selema says, "Mine either."
You quietly whisper to Zerthos, "I saw him show his fangs at Selema when she wasn't looking."
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Speaking to Brisker, Zerthos says, "So watch ye step."
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Speaking to Zerthos, Brisker asks, "I watch you too then?"
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Zerthos slings a weathered vultite wall shield off from over his shoulder.
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Zerthos removes a beech-handled eonake morning star from in his cotton vest.
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Zerthos mutters halfkrolvins.
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Brisker yawns.
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Zerthos mutters cowereds.
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Brisker says, "I go walk around town for a bit and meet others."
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Brisker smiles at Zerthos.
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Zerthos says, "You do that."
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Speaking to Zerthos, Brisker asks, "I teach you language?"
Speaking to Zerthos, Brisker says, "Arrorak is how we say 'coward'."
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Brisker smiles.
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Speaking to Brisker, Zerthos says, "You aint teachin me nothin."
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Brisker shrugs.
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Brisker says, "I try be nice."
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Speaking to Brisker, Zerthos says, "Only krolvin i like is the one thats been with me family fer years."
You sigh.
You tilt your head down.
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Brisker rubs his chin thoughtfully.
You close your eyes for a moment.
Brisker says, "Well, I walk around town..."
Speaking to you, Brisker asks, "Maybe you give me tour sometime?"
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Zerthos just wandered down a dusty path.
You think to yourself, "Not this time Lord, but soon. I will suceed in this."
Brisker stands up.
You nod to Brisker.
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Brisker smiles.
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Brisker nods.
You think to yourself, "That I would... that I would."
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Speaking to you, Brisker exclaims, "Urgha!"
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Brisker barks an abrupt goodbye.
Brisker just wandered down a dusty path.
You menacingly say, "Any time."
The great white wolf barks loudly.
You laugh at a great white wolf!
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"Between two evils, I always pick the one I never tried before." - Mae West
