Uncle Redding Roarin Fletcher
Dedicated
He is going to punch you in every orifice you own.
Roleplay posts: 178 
Age: 52?
Physical Description: "Roarin" Redding Fletcher is 5'9 of pure muscle, pure hard drinking, hard fighting, hard living muscle. He used to have a beard he burned it off in a tavern brawl he grew his white hair out to compensate. He is almost as wide as he is tall and many people have confused him for a dwarf. Many people have also been beaten half to death for suggesting it. He has an eye patch though there does still seem to be an eye underneath it.
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Clothes and Equipment: A pair of iron gauntlets adorned with spikes. Two wine skins one filled with ale, the other filled with something that will "Make you roar." A surprising amount of gold from questionable sources.
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Registered: Nov 13, 2015 19:19:21 GMT -8
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Post by Uncle Redding Roarin Fletcher on May 8, 2016 11:05:47 GMT -8
"Huh. What's a girl like tha want wif a milk sop like ye?"
Roarin laughs and gives Roy a teasing grin. Take another sip of whisky and give an appreciative belch. He asks the bartender for a shot glass and pours Roy a shot, sliding it over to him.
"So what's yer plan with tha girl then? Can'na date her ferever she ain't a blood sucker like ye. She's gunna get old and yer gunna stay the same age."
There is a hint of something unidentifiable in Roarin's voice as he says this.
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Royal Fletcher
Widely Known
Roleplay posts: 1,339
Age: 19
Physical Description: Royal is a pale boy with dark bags under his bluish eyes, an unfortunate result of too many days spent staring at books indoors by candlelight. He's thin, of slightly below average height, and has white hair.
Clothes and Equipment: Roy carries around an enchanted parasol at all times, which floats above him and shields him from the sunlight. He also has a sword, a gift from his cousin Roxanne. His pockets are always filled with an unreasonable amount of chocolate, and he usually has some sort of cake or other baked goods on his person.
Allegiances: The Fletcher Family
Player's online availability : Unreasonably often
Registered: Jun 3, 2015 19:45:42 GMT -8
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Post by Royal Fletcher on May 8, 2016 12:03:49 GMT -8
Roy shrugged noncommittally. He'd been trying to avoid thinking about this as best he could. The thought had occurred to him several weeks ago, when he had been trying to sleep, and had kept him up all night.
"I don't know, Uncle Roarin. I guess I'll have to address that issue eventually, but I'd rather not think about it right now. I'm still new to this whole vampire thing, you know."
He sighed unhappily, staring at the shot glass. He'd already had far too much, and drinking that shot didn't seem like a good idea at the moment. He decides to change the subject.
"How's Roxy, Uncle Roarin? Have you seen her lately? I haven't seen her in ages, and I miss her."
The young vampire was completely unaware of the animosity between Roxanne and her father.
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Uncle Redding Roarin Fletcher
Dedicated
He is going to punch you in every orifice you own.
Roleplay posts: 178
Age: 52?
Physical Description: "Roarin" Redding Fletcher is 5'9 of pure muscle, pure hard drinking, hard fighting, hard living muscle. He used to have a beard he burned it off in a tavern brawl he grew his white hair out to compensate. He is almost as wide as he is tall and many people have confused him for a dwarf. Many people have also been beaten half to death for suggesting it. He has an eye patch though there does still seem to be an eye underneath it.
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Clothes and Equipment: A pair of iron gauntlets adorned with spikes. Two wine skins one filled with ale, the other filled with something that will "Make you roar." A surprising amount of gold from questionable sources.
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Registered: Nov 13, 2015 19:19:21 GMT -8
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Post by Uncle Redding Roarin Fletcher on May 8, 2016 13:10:58 GMT -8
"Drink yer shot boy, ye know yer gunna do it. Might as well save me the time of talking ye into it."
Roarin was planning to get his nephew good and plastered and would not be denied. Thinking of his oldest daughter brought a distant look to the old mans face. He hadn't seen her since Falkreath. Lord what a disaster that had been.
"Roxy were fine tha last time I saw her. Course last time I saw her I were busy dodging rocks! Girls got quite the arm on her."
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Royal Fletcher
Widely Known
Roleplay posts: 1,339
Age: 19
Physical Description: Royal is a pale boy with dark bags under his bluish eyes, an unfortunate result of too many days spent staring at books indoors by candlelight. He's thin, of slightly below average height, and has white hair.
Clothes and Equipment: Roy carries around an enchanted parasol at all times, which floats above him and shields him from the sunlight. He also has a sword, a gift from his cousin Roxanne. His pockets are always filled with an unreasonable amount of chocolate, and he usually has some sort of cake or other baked goods on his person.
Allegiances: The Fletcher Family
Player's online availability : Unreasonably often
Registered: Jun 3, 2015 19:45:42 GMT -8
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Post by Royal Fletcher on May 8, 2016 19:26:27 GMT -8
Sighing, Roy resigned himself to his fate and reluctantly picked up his glass. He loved his uncle, but the man could be awfully pushy at times. Taking a deep breath, he gulped down the shot and immediately winced and coughed as the burning liquid flowed down his throat.
"Waa...I don't like hard liquor, Uncle Roarin."
Once he recovered from the drink, Roy processed what Roarin had said. Dodging rocks? Was he saying that Roxanne had thrown rocks at him? Why would she do that? She was the sweetest person in the world! Confused, he asks:
"What do you mean by that, Uncle Roarin? Was Roxy throwing stones? Why would she ever do anything like that? Roxy's nice!"
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Uncle Redding Roarin Fletcher
Dedicated
He is going to punch you in every orifice you own.
Roleplay posts: 178
Age: 52?
Physical Description: "Roarin" Redding Fletcher is 5'9 of pure muscle, pure hard drinking, hard fighting, hard living muscle. He used to have a beard he burned it off in a tavern brawl he grew his white hair out to compensate. He is almost as wide as he is tall and many people have confused him for a dwarf. Many people have also been beaten half to death for suggesting it. He has an eye patch though there does still seem to be an eye underneath it.
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Clothes and Equipment: A pair of iron gauntlets adorned with spikes. Two wine skins one filled with ale, the other filled with something that will "Make you roar." A surprising amount of gold from questionable sources.
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Registered: Nov 13, 2015 19:19:21 GMT -8
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Post by Uncle Redding Roarin Fletcher on May 9, 2016 18:27:45 GMT -8
"Roy ye know I was a right terrible father right? I didn't even meet her until she were sixteen and tha wasn' by choice. She were right pissed at me and righ'ly so. So she threw rocks an' worse an' can ye right'ly blame her? I dun."
Roaring took another swig from his bottle and poured Roy another shot.
"Ye dun have to like it, bu' ye should be able ta drink it without coughing."
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Royal Fletcher
Widely Known
Roleplay posts: 1,339
Age: 19
Physical Description: Royal is a pale boy with dark bags under his bluish eyes, an unfortunate result of too many days spent staring at books indoors by candlelight. He's thin, of slightly below average height, and has white hair.
Clothes and Equipment: Roy carries around an enchanted parasol at all times, which floats above him and shields him from the sunlight. He also has a sword, a gift from his cousin Roxanne. His pockets are always filled with an unreasonable amount of chocolate, and he usually has some sort of cake or other baked goods on his person.
Allegiances: The Fletcher Family
Player's online availability : Unreasonably often
Registered: Jun 3, 2015 19:45:42 GMT -8
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Post by Royal Fletcher on May 9, 2016 20:19:45 GMT -8
"Huh?"
Roy's eyes widened in shock as he heard the news. A terrible father? Didn't meet Roxy till she was sixteen? Who knew? Who would have thought? Although...there was probably a reason Roxy didn't like talking about him and had just told Roy that he was always away.
"Oh...I didn't know. Sorry, Uncle Roarin. I thought you got along with her, and Riktor too. Riktor used to take me fishing, you know. Until he used me as lake monster bait and Roxy made him stop. But she only ever said that you were away..."
He sighed, picking up the shot and swirling it around.
"I don't usually drink even half as much as I've had tonight, Uncle Roarin...I might get sick."
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Uncle Redding Roarin Fletcher
Dedicated
He is going to punch you in every orifice you own.
Roleplay posts: 178
Age: 52?
Physical Description: "Roarin" Redding Fletcher is 5'9 of pure muscle, pure hard drinking, hard fighting, hard living muscle. He used to have a beard he burned it off in a tavern brawl he grew his white hair out to compensate. He is almost as wide as he is tall and many people have confused him for a dwarf. Many people have also been beaten half to death for suggesting it. He has an eye patch though there does still seem to be an eye underneath it.
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Clothes and Equipment: A pair of iron gauntlets adorned with spikes. Two wine skins one filled with ale, the other filled with something that will "Make you roar." A surprising amount of gold from questionable sources.
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Registered: Nov 13, 2015 19:19:21 GMT -8
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Post by Uncle Redding Roarin Fletcher on May 10, 2016 12:02:51 GMT -8
"Eh, I made me choices boy. I dun regret them that is silly. I do occasionally wish things could be different now, but I did wha' I thought I had to. Dun worry about it an' drink up. Ye gotta get black out drunk at least once in yer life."
With that Roarin proceeds to bully Roy into drink way too much alcohol. The last thing Roy would remember was his uncle pounding him on the back. The next morning Roy would wake up in the middle of the park huddled under a tree, without pants. He would remember having a good time and nothing else.
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Roleplay posts: 0
Registered: Nov 21, 2024 11:02:36 GMT -8
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Post by Deleted on Jul 13, 2016 15:52:00 GMT -8
Sione led Efrik into the place and looked around, then guided him toward a table. Making sure the boy was comfortable, she sat and waited for a waitress to come over with a menu, sitting in silence beside him.
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Efrik
Committed
Roleplay posts: 65
Age: 16
Physical Description: Efrik stands roughly five foot six inches tall and weighs about 120 pounds. He is still thin for his height and build, but has filled out considerably in the past few days. Shoulder length brown hair is typically kept tied back with a piece of twine given to him by Sione, and his brown eyes are perceptive and inquisitive like a young child's.
Clothes and Equipment: ...
Efrik wears simple clothes Sione purchased for him. Good quality leather boots and a long dark brown water-proofed cloak taken from a dead bandit round out his current attire.
Registered: Mar 9, 2016 18:47:05 GMT -8
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Post by Efrik on Jul 13, 2016 16:30:58 GMT -8
Efrik felt a little nervous, seated at a table in a room full of people. He had been adjusting to these social situations that he had never had before he met Sione, but it wasn't as easy a thing as he'd hoped. Sudden noises still made him flinch, and loud laughter made him shrink into his seat for a moment.
Being near Sione reassured him though, and he kept his calm well enough. When he felt relaxed enough, he looked around the room at all of the different sorts of people. The big city really was amazing. He had seen so many different races and creeds of folks between the bridge and here, and there were yet more sitting in the same room with him.
As they waited for the server, his stomach rumbled again. "Do you think they have those oil-fried fish like we had that one time," he asked Sione. "Those were really good."
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Zaræn Viddik
Dedicated
Roleplay posts: 234
Age: 32
Physical Description: Zaræn cuts a rather dashing figure. He is tall at six foot two, with a lithe muscular build. He has captivating ice blue eyes that gleam with mischief, mischief that is also indicated by his perpetual half grin. He is ruggedly handsome with a powerful jaw, high cheek bones, proud brow, and perpetual stubble. His short brown hair is usually slicked back with a few premature white highlights. He has an intricate tattoo of a dragon running up his left arm.
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Clothes and Equipment: Zaræn prefers to dress in bright blues, reds, and gold colors. Sometimes splashing a bit of black. His preferred weapon and tool is his lightning pack. Made of gold it carries a significant charge of lightning mana which he channels into to large gauntlets. He uses this pack to augment his spell power.
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Registered: Feb 16, 2016 10:31:57 GMT -8
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Post by Zaræn Viddik on Jul 13, 2016 19:57:51 GMT -8
It isn't long after Efrik and Sione take their seat that a serving maid comes over. She is a pretty blonde woman with a dazzling.
"Bonjour! Welcome to La Taverne Forge Au Feu, may I get you a drink to get you started?"
She slides a menu onto the table for Efrik and Sione to peruse, and then after taking their drink orders she would depart.
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Registered: Nov 21, 2024 11:02:36 GMT -8
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Post by Deleted on Jul 13, 2016 20:19:50 GMT -8
"I don't know. Let's take a look at the menu." Taking the menu from the serving girl, she eyed it thoughtfully, then spoke quietly to Efrik.
"Have you ever had alcohol before? If not, I recommend you get some lemon water. And they don't appear to have the fried fish, but the rabbit would probably be quite delicious, I imagine. The choice is yours, however." She slid the menu over to Efrik and spoke to the serving girl. "Nothing for me."
She watched the girl depart in silence after she took Efrik's order, on high alert, as was the norm.
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Efrik
Committed
Roleplay posts: 65
Age: 16
Physical Description: Efrik stands roughly five foot six inches tall and weighs about 120 pounds. He is still thin for his height and build, but has filled out considerably in the past few days. Shoulder length brown hair is typically kept tied back with a piece of twine given to him by Sione, and his brown eyes are perceptive and inquisitive like a young child's.
Clothes and Equipment: ...
Efrik wears simple clothes Sione purchased for him. Good quality leather boots and a long dark brown water-proofed cloak taken from a dead bandit round out his current attire.
Registered: Mar 9, 2016 18:47:05 GMT -8
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Post by Efrik on Jul 18, 2016 16:05:27 GMT -8
Efrik immediately looked down at the table when the attractive waitress appeared. It had taken him a week to get comfortable around Sione: a new and overly friendly person threw him right back into his old habits. He nodded when Sione suggested lemon water and the rabbit dish and hoped the server would understand before he was forced to interact with her. His face was turning a deep red with embarrassment and he hoped neither the waitress nor Sione would notice.
When the waitress left, he looked up at Sione, the red gradually fading away. "Sorry, Sione. She surprised me..." He let the words trail off, knowing he was apologizing for something that Sione wouldn't hold against him anyway. "I hope the rabbit is good," he said, putting a smile on his face for her.
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Registered: Nov 21, 2024 11:02:36 GMT -8
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Post by Deleted on Jul 18, 2016 18:04:37 GMT -8
Her head tilted, and she smiled slightly. However, she didn't respond to his apology - she could see that he understood how she felt about his unnecessary apology. Reaching over, she gently patted his shoulder.
"I cannot judge, I don't know what food tastes like."
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Efrik
Committed
Roleplay posts: 65
Age: 16
Physical Description: Efrik stands roughly five foot six inches tall and weighs about 120 pounds. He is still thin for his height and build, but has filled out considerably in the past few days. Shoulder length brown hair is typically kept tied back with a piece of twine given to him by Sione, and his brown eyes are perceptive and inquisitive like a young child's.
Clothes and Equipment: ...
Efrik wears simple clothes Sione purchased for him. Good quality leather boots and a long dark brown water-proofed cloak taken from a dead bandit round out his current attire.
Registered: Mar 9, 2016 18:47:05 GMT -8
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Post by Efrik on Jul 19, 2016 17:03:18 GMT -8
"How many people do you think live here? Do you think they have the same problems as Bayonne, with that mean cartel? I hope we can talk to the king about it." Efrik's eyes were darting from sight to sight in the large tavern. He had never in his life been in an establishment like this one. And the people were all different from each other. He was glad that Sione had gotten him so nicer clothes so people wouldn't think he was a beggar. He knew how people that dressed like the people in the tavern treated beggars.
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Post by Deleted on Jul 19, 2016 17:20:53 GMT -8
"There are a great many life forces here. Too many for me to count. But in a place this large, there will always be those seeking the products and services provided by people like the cartel.. they're just better at hiding it. I'll do my best to make sure you see the king. We'll go to the castle tomorrow and see if we can speak to him." This was all said quietly as she took Efrik's hand, trying to soothe his anxiety. Her voice dropped in pitch as she attempted to calm him down.
"You needn't be so anxious, Efrik. No one here will harm you."
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Efrik
Committed
Roleplay posts: 65
Age: 16
Physical Description: Efrik stands roughly five foot six inches tall and weighs about 120 pounds. He is still thin for his height and build, but has filled out considerably in the past few days. Shoulder length brown hair is typically kept tied back with a piece of twine given to him by Sione, and his brown eyes are perceptive and inquisitive like a young child's.
Clothes and Equipment: ...
Efrik wears simple clothes Sione purchased for him. Good quality leather boots and a long dark brown water-proofed cloak taken from a dead bandit round out his current attire.
Registered: Mar 9, 2016 18:47:05 GMT -8
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Post by Efrik on Jul 20, 2016 18:55:48 GMT -8
Efrik smiled at Sione. Her touch was soothing and he immediately lost the stiff and anxious composure he had assumed when the waitress had come to take their orders. "Thanks, Sione. I don't know why I'm so nervous. You're with me."
When the food and drink arrived, the smell was completely new to him. "I don't think I've ever had rabbit before." He managed a little smile for the waitress when she put the food in front of him. He found himself wondering what about her was frightening to begin with... He took a drink of the lemon water and his eyes widened immediately. He had never tasted something so sweet and refreshing. He took another drink and before he knew it, the entire glass was nearly gone.
Over the time they had spent in the inn on the road, he had learned how to use a fork, spoon, and knife to eat. He put the drink down and picked up a knife and fork and carefully carved a small section of meat from the roasted rabbit. The smell was mouth-watering. He put the selection in his mouth and chewed slowly, letting the flavor overtake his senses for a moment. Was this how all people ate when they weren't beggars? It was amazing!
"This is amazing," he declared to Sione, between half-chewed mouthfuls of rabbit and vegetables.
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Registered: Nov 21, 2024 11:02:36 GMT -8
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Post by Deleted on Jul 20, 2016 19:13:55 GMT -8
Sione couldn't help smiling at Efrik. It was so good to see him no longer the terrified shell of a boy he'd once been. She even chuckled a bit when he finished off that water so quickly, and she gestured for the waitress to bring him another while he began eating. Watching the play of expression on his face tugged at her nonexistent heartstrings. This poor boy. He'd been through so much. It was so good to see him recovering, though, steadily becoming his own person with hopes, dreams, determinations.
"I'll have to take your word for it."
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Zaræn Viddik
Dedicated
Roleplay posts: 234
Age: 32
Physical Description: Zaræn cuts a rather dashing figure. He is tall at six foot two, with a lithe muscular build. He has captivating ice blue eyes that gleam with mischief, mischief that is also indicated by his perpetual half grin. He is ruggedly handsome with a powerful jaw, high cheek bones, proud brow, and perpetual stubble. His short brown hair is usually slicked back with a few premature white highlights. He has an intricate tattoo of a dragon running up his left arm.
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Clothes and Equipment: Zaræn prefers to dress in bright blues, reds, and gold colors. Sometimes splashing a bit of black. His preferred weapon and tool is his lightning pack. Made of gold it carries a significant charge of lightning mana which he channels into to large gauntlets. He uses this pack to augment his spell power.
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Registered: Feb 16, 2016 10:31:57 GMT -8
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Post by Zaræn Viddik on Jul 21, 2016 15:02:00 GMT -8
Zaræn spots the odd young woman and the younger boy and finds his curiosity piqued. Ambling over with a chair and bottle of unlabeled brew he takes a seat at the edge of the table.
"Bonjour mon-amies I am Zaræn Viddik owner of this establishment. Is everything to your liking?"
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Efrik
Committed
Roleplay posts: 65
Age: 16
Physical Description: Efrik stands roughly five foot six inches tall and weighs about 120 pounds. He is still thin for his height and build, but has filled out considerably in the past few days. Shoulder length brown hair is typically kept tied back with a piece of twine given to him by Sione, and his brown eyes are perceptive and inquisitive like a young child's.
Clothes and Equipment: ...
Efrik wears simple clothes Sione purchased for him. Good quality leather boots and a long dark brown water-proofed cloak taken from a dead bandit round out his current attire.
Registered: Mar 9, 2016 18:47:05 GMT -8
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Post by Efrik on Jul 25, 2016 16:10:35 GMT -8
Efrik was shocked to suddenly hear a voice just next to their table. He looked up to see a somewhat well-appointed man with a bottle suddenly sitting down at their table. Efrik stopped mid-chew and looked at Sione in as close to panic as he could with a mouthful of food.
He realized a few seconds later that even if this person was a threat, Sione would keep him safe like she had all the other times. He chewed the food as quickly as he could and swallowed. Determined to be less hassle for his caretaker, he looked at the man and stammered out an answer. "H-hi. It's... um... it's good." He reached for his glass nervously, having another drink to try to calm himself.
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Registered: Nov 21, 2024 11:02:36 GMT -8
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Post by Deleted on Jul 25, 2016 17:51:27 GMT -8
Sione stiffened as the man approached, watching him closely as he sat down at their table. He was a powerful mage, but he didn't appear to be threatening. Trying to reassure Efrik, she reached over and laid her hand on his shoulder, then when he looked at her, she nodded, telling hi that it was safe. When he moved to speak to the fellow, she pulled her hand away, and looked over at the unknown man. She didn't smile, but her voice was as close to friendly as it ever got when she replied.
"Everything is good. Thank you for your interest, Mister Viddik."
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