Episode 27 – The Duke's Men
| The Assassins |
Azareth - Wizard 2nd Level LE (PC) Creighton - Fighter 2nd Level LE (PC) Craven - Fighter / Rogue 1st / 2nd LE (PC) Keldirk - Rogue 3rd level NE (PC) |
| Locale | The River Snag Hostel. |
| Date | 12th Coldeven 582 CY (Common Year) |
| Time | Mid-Morning. |
Craven's return to Del Mord from Crossroads was uneventful. He wearily climbed the rickety steps, past the slumbering figure of Harry, to his shared room. The activities of the previous night seemed an almost distant memory and Craven longed for his bed and sleep. He pushed open the door and found Keldirk, battered and bruised, talking to the others.
| Keldirk | ... he said if I don't give the orb and platinum back in two days he will kill me. |
| Craven | (walks to his bed and lays down with a sigh) Ahh, that feels better. |
| Keldirk | (gives Craven a cursory glance then turns back to Azareth) So I'll ask you one last time - hand over the Orb. |
| Azareth | No. I'll not pander to the demands of the mysterious Darvon like some pathetic marionette. Besides, how can you be sure he is the rightful owner of this Orb? |
| Keldirk | I don't care who is the rightful owner. What I do know is that this mage is powerful and he got me once and he could get me again. |
| Craven | (sits up) What mage? |
| Azareth | If you were a little more professional you would not have been captured in the first place. You are an assassin not a drunkard. If Darvon wants this Orb, he can come and get it. |
| Keldirk | It's not your Orb to keep, mage. This decision should be made by all of us. Creighton? |
| Creighton | I say we give it back. |
| Azareth | (turns on Creighton) Why? |
| Creighton | (shrugs) The last thing we want is some powerful mage on our arse. You've gotta weigh up the pro's and con's - is the risk worth the benefit? As far as I can tell, the Orb is useless. |
| Azareth | It's far from useless you ignorant buffoon. In time I'll be able to summon powerful creatures from the nether planes to do our bidding. The potential of this Orb is incalculable. |
| Keldirk | "Potential", "in time", "tomorrow"; these are words you bandy about with alarming frequency. Some of us live in the here and now, and right now my arse is in a sling. Darvon the Flame would put you to shame, mage. With a word he froze my muscles and with another he conjured a ball of flame which destroyed a dozen buildings. I don't have time to wait for the benefits of your precious Orb. If I can get Darvon off my back - our back - then I'll do it! You either hand the orb over or I'll take it. (smiles unpleasantly) Anyway, you're outvoted two to one. (holds out his hand) Hand it over. |
| Azareth | Two to one is not a majority when there are four of us. Craven, what do you think? |
| Craven | I'm still trying to figure out who Darvon the Flame is. What's going on here? |
Keldirk briefly outlined the events of the previous night, explaining his capture and torture at the hands of Darvon the Flame. He peeled the bandages from his left hand and showed Craven the bloody stump where is little finger used to be.
| Craven | (thinks for a moment) The Orb is not important to me, but I refuse to hand over the money. |
| Azareth | (incredulous) You don't think the Orb is important? I expect mindless drivel from those two, but you? (studies Craven's pale visage) Besides, it's obvious to me you are in no condition to be making these decisions. The Orb stays. |
| Keldirk | (draws a dagger and steps menacingly towards Azareth) |
| Craven | (lies down and puts a pillow over his head) |
| Keldirk | (softly, his voice dripping with venom) This is your last chance, mage. |
| Creighton | (to Keldirk) Lay one hand on Az, and you'll be pissing blood for a year. That's your only warning. |
| Azareth | (sits back comfortably, a smug look on his face) |
| Creighton | (to Azareth) Now, Az, give Keldirk the Orb. |
| Azareth | I'm not willing to discuss this further until Craven has regained full use of his faculties. (raises his voice and prods Craven with his foot) What happened to you anyway? You look like death. |
| Craven | (sighs and removes the pillow) I'm tired because I spent last night in the arms of a goddess. All I need is some sleep and I'll be fine. (thinks for a moment) I, Craven, being of sound mind and body do hereby decide that the Orb should be given to Darvon the Flame. Our anonymity is tenuous at best, let's not invite unwanted attention. You have my decision now shut up or go somewhere else. |
| Azareth | (delves into his backpack and hands over the small pouch containing the Orb) I think you're all making a huge mistake. |
| Keldirk | (places the Orb in his sack) Now that's settled I'm going to get some sleep. |
| Azareth | (to Keldirk) You are not doing anything until I get a look at that hand of yours. If I don't clean and dress that wound you might loose more than just your little finger. |
| Keldirk | (shrugs) Whatever you have to do, do it quickly, mage. |
Later that day, as Craven and Keldirk slept, Azareth and Creighton walked around town.
| Azareth | Is there any place in particular you would like to go? |
| Creighton | I wouldn't mind picking up a suit of banded mail. This chain mail is starting to pinch and a comfortable warrior is a happy warrior. |
| Azareth | Do you know of a good armourer in town? |
| Creighton | Yep, there's one in the Foreign Quarter that Macca said was pretty good. |
| Azareth | (adjusts his pouchbelt for the umpteenth time) What is your opinion of Valrorn? |
| Creighton | Valrorn? |
| Azareth | (whispers) Keldirk. |
| Creighton | Oh, Valrorn. (winks) He seems capable. Aggressive. Hot headed. I guess he's good at what he does; he sure as hell saved my life in the temple the other night. One thing's for sure, he doesn't seem to like you much. He must have something against wizards. (looks at Azareth) Why do you ask? |
| Azareth | I think he's trouble. There's something about him that doesn't feel right. Even though he is part of the Family I can't bring myself to trust him. It's as though he has another agenda. Craven seems decent enough and you and I get along just fine, this seems to suggest that the problem lies with Valrorn. |
| Creighton | (nods) You know, you're right. He never tells us anything about himself. (shrugs) As long as he doesn't do anything to harm us, or our mission here in Del Mord, I'm happy to work with him. |
| Azareth | I'm not suggesting otherwise. It would be wise to keep our eyes open, however. Let's make a deal; you watch my back and I will watch yours. |
| Creighton | (nods) Yep, fair enough. |
Before long the two assassins arrived at Hardwick's Armoury. They entered the stone building and looked around. A long row of shelves divided the shop in two, along the walls of the two aisles hung many and varied suits of armour ranging from padded leather to plate. Behind a long, well used counter stood a short human boy hammering a kink out of a belt buckle. A thin, non-descript man stood near the rear of the shop, examining a suit of ring mail.
| Creighton | (aproaches the young boy) |
| Assistant | (places the hammer on the counter) What can I do ya for? |
| Creighton | Banded mail. (slaps his chest) And how much will you pay me for my chain mail? |
| Assistant | Well, sir, if you'd kindly remove your chain I'll get the smithy to appraise it. In the meantime have a look at the suits we've got on display and see which style takes your fancy. (looks Creighton over with an experienced eye) Though from the look of ya, we'll be needin' to make some adjustments. |
| Creighton | (places his weapons belt on the counter and begins to remove his armour) |
| Azareth | (walks to the rear of the shop and examines a suit of intricately embossed of plate mail) Creighton, why don't you get yourself a suit of this? |
| Creighton | (looks down the aisle at the plate mail Azareth indicates) Yeah right. It'll be a long time before I'll be able to afford one of those. |
Creighton removed his chain mail and handed it to the assistant who carried the armour through a door leading into the back of the shop. After a few minutes he returned and deposited Creighton's armour on the counter.
| Assistant | We'll give you fifteen gold pieces for it. |
| Creighton | Sounds a little low. I'd hate to think that you're trying to take advantage of me. |
| Assistant | The smith says it's seen a fair bit of use and it'll require some fixin' before we can sell it. Also, because of your size we won't have that many people who'd want it and that'll drive the price down further. |
| Creighton | (nods) I'll give you the chain mail and pay seventy orbs for the banded mail. Deal? |
| Assistant | Throw in two gold for the sizing and adjustments and you've got yourself a nice suit of banded mail. |
| Creighton | Done. |
| Assistant | If you'll allow me to take some measurements we can have your suit ready in two days. |
Just as the assistant had begun to take the Creighton's measurements the door opened and four men in blue cloaks entered the shop. Once they were all inside the last man turned and bolted shut the door while another man drew the blinds. A third man drew his longsword and ushered Azareth and the other patron to the front of the shop. Creighton's hand dropped to his waist before he remembered he had placed his sword on the counter. The remaining man approached the counter, a smug smile on his youthful face.
| Babyface | (eyes widen when he recognises Creighton) Hey Fugly, remember me? (grabs the assistant by the hair) |
| Creighton | (recognises Babyface from The Warhorse, his first night in Del Mord) No. Never seen you before in my life. |
| Babyface | (smiles and turns to the frightened assistant) Boy, bring Hardwick to me! (shoves the assistant in the direction of the back door) |
| Assistant | (squeals and runs through the door to the back of the shop) |
| Babyface | (turns back to Creighton) You sure look familiar to me. Hell, I'm not likely to forget a face as ugly as that, now am I? |
| Creighton | (looks over his shoulder at Azareth) |
| Azareth | (mindful of the three feet of steel at his back shakes his head almost imperceptibly) |
| Creighton | Yeah I am pretty ugly aren't I? It's a shame I wasn't killed at birth. |
| Babyface | I could fix that for you now, if you like? (draws his sword which erupts into a shimmering blue flame) She's a beauty isn't she? |
| Creighton | (admires the sword then holds out his hand) Do you mind if I give it a whirl? |
| Babyface | (his eyes narrow and he brings his sword down in an attempt to cut Creighton's hand off) |
| Creighton | (rapidly withdraws his hand) I guess not. |
| Man | (steps into the shop from the back room) What do you want here, Babyface? |
| Babyface | (looks past Creighton at the new arrival) You know why I'm here, Hardwick. |
| Assistant | (stands at the door to the rear of the shop) |
| Hardwick | (nervously shuffles from foot to foot) I don't have the money with me now. Can you give me until the morning. |
| Babyface | (sheaths his sword and walks over to Hardwick, placing an arm over the frightened man's shoulder) The Duke was very clear that the loan was to be paid back today. I don't think he would be happy if you break the contract. And if The Duke's not happy - (slams his fist into Hardwick's stomach) - I'm not happy. (lifts up his knee, connecting with Hardwick's face) |
| Hardwick | (falls groaning to the floor) |
| Babyface | (returns his attention to Creighton) What are you looking at? |
| Creighton | (his voice flat and expressionless) A big, strong, courageous brute. |
| Babyface | Are you some type of hero, Fugly? |
| Creighton | Nope. |
| Babyface | You sure sound like a hero. Don't you like it when common folk get taught a lesson. (kicks Hardwick in the face) |
| Creighton | I couldn't give a stuff what you do; but if you try that shit on me I'll tear you a new arsehole. |
| Azareth | (groans) |
| Babyface | Pick up your sword, hero. (turns to the man at the door) Seth, make sure we're not disturbed. |
| Seth | (nods) Aye, aye cap'n. |
| Creighton | (reaches to the counter and draws his sword) |
| Babyface | (raises his sword, the blue flames licking eagerly along its length) I'm gonna re- arrange your face, Fugly! |
| Creighton | (tears his sword from its scabbard) I think not. (flexes his massive biceps and brings his sword around in a low arc) But I will allow you to die in the attempt to do so, Pretty Boy. |
| Hardwick | (raises his head from the floor, his voice feeble) Please, not in the store. Take your fight outside- |
| Babyface | (kicks the smithy in the mouth, breaking teeth and splashing torrents of blood over the floor) Now look what you've done - you've gone and messed up my boots. When I've finished with Fugly here, you'll pay for that little indiscretion. |
| Hardwick | (groans) |
| Creighton | (steps back, and assumes a defensive posture) You sure are a fearsome specimen, Pretty Boy. It must take a lot of guts to kick a helpless man in the mouth. You must be a tyrannical menace to all elderly ladies in the neighbourhood. Imagine how fierce you'd be if you had a backbone! |
| Assistant | (turns and sprints from view) |
| Babyface | (grins despite himself) You've got a quick tongue, Fugly, let's see if your swordarm is equally fast! (lunges forward, his sword aimed at Creighton's belly) |
| Creighton | (brings his sword down on Babyface's blade and dances back) Oops, you missed again. Perhaps I should wear a blindfold to make the fight more even. |
| Azareth | (silently wishes Creighton would shutup) |
| Creighton | (leaps forward, his sword swinging diagonally down) |
| Babyface | (back-peddles fast, narrowly avoiding decapitation) Crude and slow. Your attack is little better than that of a clumsy child. (edges towards the central shelves) |
| Creighton | (circles around, his sword held before him and a thin smile on his lips) I'm gonna enjoy this. |
| Babyface | (lifts his sword to his right and waves it in a small circle. When he sees Creighton's eyes shift momentarily onto the fiery blade, he flings a display helmet at Creighton with his left hand then charges in, swinging his blade low) |
| Creighton | (ducks beneath the helmet but is unable to prevent the sword from biting into his thigh. Falls to the ground) |
| Babyface | (steps on Creighton's blade, pinning it to the floor) You showed potential, Fugly, but like most loud mouths you don't have the skill to back up your boasts. (places his sword over Creighton's throat) Prepare to meet your maker! (raises his sword for the killing blow) |
| Azareth | (grabs the other customer by his cloak and heaves him into Man #3) |
| Customer | (falls) |
| Man #3 | (falls, and tries to untangle himself from Customer) |
| Azareth | Comt Airakan Khea Jair Soth Jalaran (shoots two green bolts of electrical energy into Babyface) |
| Babyface | (reels back, back but brings his sword down on Creighton) |
| Creighton | (jerks back avoiding most of the blow but suffering an ugly cut to the collar-bone) Arghh!! |
| Babyface | (sneers at Azareth) You're next, Skinny! |
| Creighton | (crawls around to the rear of the counter) |
| Man #3 | (rises and stabs at Azareth, but only manages to catch his blade in the mage's robe) |
| Azareth | (leaps over the counter and lands beside Creighton) |
| Creighton | (grins grimly at Azareth) Fancy meeting you here! (looks under the counter and finds a slightly bent short sword) |
| Babyface | Its time to finish this! (indicates Creighton and Azareth) Let's get 'em boys. |
| Man #3 | (hurdles the counter) |
| Seth | Babyface!! The city watch is coming! The little kid's with 'em. |
| Babyface | Damn! (to Creighton) Another time, Fugly. Another time! |
Babyface and his four companions departed through the rear of shop. The customer rose to his feet and began to tend to Hardwick's wounds and found the armourer unconscious. Creighton and Azareth stood, returned to the front of the shop and waited for the city militia to arrive.
| Creighton | Are you okay, little buddy? |
| Azareth | Yes, I managed to avoid being gutted, no thanks to you. You will have to learn to control your temper; idiots like that don't warrant any reaction. |
| Creighton | Ah, crap! Idiots like that deserve to be put in place. And next time I see him I'm gonna do just that! |
| Azareth | (watches as the city guards file into the shop) Creighton, will you do me a favour? |
| Creighton | Sure. |
| Azareth | When next you tackle Babyface, make sure I'm not around. |
| Creigthon | (laughs) |
Keldirk and Craven woke only minutes apart. They dressed, went downstairs and made their way to a nearby tavern - The Siren's Call. The Siren's Call was a quiet River Quarter tavern, devoid of the ruffians, adventurers and troublemakers that frequented most other drinking holes. Neither Craven nor Keldirk were in a mood for excitement and this tavern, filled to the brim with honest, working folk, was as safe as any. It meant that they had to check their weapons at the door, but that didn't bother the duo; both had a veritable cache of weapons hidden here and there amongst their clothing.
They found a small table towards the back of the room and took a seat. They called over a barmaid and ordered breakfast but, after a short argument, were forced to settle for dinner. The breakfast menu hadn't been available for almost eight hours.
| Craven | (breaks the growing silence) You're not your usual, obnoxious self. What's on your mind? |
| Keldirk | I'm trying to figure out how they found me. |
| Craven | Who? Darvon? |
| Keldirk | Hey, keep your voice down. Remember where we are! |
| Craven | (nods, lowers his voice, and leans closer to Keldirk) Any ideas? |
| Keldirk | Not yet, no. If Azareth can be believed we are immune to magical scrying. |
| Craven | Yes. (thinks) But the orb might not be immune to scrying. Maybe Darvon magically searched for the orb and thereby found us. |
| Keldirk | Perhaps, but I never had the orb. If they were going to find anyone, they would've found Azareth. But they didn't, they followed and waylaid me. Why? (rubs his chin, deep in thought) |
| Craven | (thinks) Maybe Darvon knew about the trap. |
| Keldirk | The trap? |
| Craven | The blue dye, remember. If he knew what the trap would do then all he needed to do was search for blue people. If you recall, we did cause quite a stir that night. |
| Keldirk | Hmm, you might have something there. At least, it's the best theory we have at the moment. It still doesn't solve anything, though. We still have an angry mage on our backs and will continue to do so until we return the orb and pay him off. |
| Craven | (combs out his hair with his fingers) Why don't we take him out? I mean, we are supposed to be able to do that. He won't be expecting an ambush and if we eliminate him we'll get to keep the orb and maybe get Azareth a new spell book. It's an option worth considering. |
| Keldirk | Don't you think I've thought of that already? Hell, the first thing I did was figure out how I could kill that slimy prick. |
| Craven | So, what did you come up with? |
| Keldirk | I decided that we should give him what he wants, the orb and the money. |
| Craven | (bemused) Why? |
| Keldirk | Because, he is one powerful son-of-a-bitch, that's why. (leans forward, his eyes mere slits) You have no idea what it is like to lose control of your limbs. To be physically frozen, unable to move an inch but, at the same time, be totally aware of your surroundings. That bastard cut off my finger, Craven, but he could've done far worse and there wasn't a thing I could do about it! (remembering) He damned near blew up an entire village with his magical ball of fire. (shakes his head) No, he is one fish I won't mess with. As far as I'm concerned, he gets what he wants. |
| Craven | Not the money, surely? |
| Keldirk | Yes, the money too. |
| Barmaid | (arrives with a tray of food and drink) |
| Craven | Well, he won't be getting my share. (sits back and waits for the barmaid to leave) I've spent nearly half of my portion, anyway. |
| Keldirk | That's your problem. When I give him the Orb I am going to make it abundantly clear that he has all of my money. If he decides to collect the rest then I hope he comes after you and not me. Listen, Craven, this Darvon is big time. He's not some pissant - like Azareth. He is a powerful mage and well out of our league. My advice is to give him as much gold as you have. |
| Craven | You sound like a frightened peasant girl. Just listen to yourself! |
| Keldirk | I'm man enough, and smart enough, to admit I'm scared. You are making assumptions of your security based on what - thin air? You don't know this man, Craven - I do! If he got to me, what's to say he couldn't get to you? Are you invincible, Craven? |
| Craven | (smiles) I'd like to think so. |
| Keldirk | Listen, you haven't had to watch, helpless, as a man slowly, deliberately severs your finger. I have. Nor have you witnessed the power of his magic. He is not someone to be trifled with. |
| Craven | What if we were hired to kill him? What would you do then? Would you cower in fear like you are now and tell Vesper that you wouldn't do it? |
| Keldirk | Of course I'd do it. There is a distinct difference between doing your duty and inviting trouble upon your head. I suggest you, and those other two clowns, think about that! (raises his hand to cut Craven's reply short) I'm going to give Darvon all the money I have and I suggest you do the same. This topic is closed. You have your opinion and must live - or die - on that alone. |
| Craven | (nods) I'll think about it. (looks at his steak) Barmaid! |
| Barmaid | (hurries over) Yes? |
| Craven | I ordered my steak rare. This is not rare. Get me another one. Tell the cook that I want it waved over a flame - tell him to warm it, not cook it. I want to hear it moo'ing when you bring it back! |
| Barmaid | (screws her face up at the thought, and takes Craven's plate) Yes, sir. Sorry, sir. (hurries away) |
| Keldirk | What is that all about? |
| Craven | I like my meat rare, now. |
| Keldirk | Obviously. |
They ate their meals in silence before Craven ordered another round of drinks. Keldirk drank his rapidly before rising from his seat.
| Keldirk | I'm going to meet Slick. |
| Craven | Why? |
| Keldirk | To find out what's been going on around here. |
| Craven | I'll join you? |
| Keldirk | Suit yourself. |
Craven downed his drink and followed Keldirk out of The Siren's Call. They made their way to the Foreign Quarter and found Slick standing in his usual spot, engaged in a heated discussion with three heavily armed men. The two assassins waited across the street until the men had left before they approached the wily information merchant.
| Slick | (nods his head, and lights a cigarette) Boys. |
| Keldirk | (nods) |
| Craven | How's things? |
| Slick | Busy. Very busy. |
| Craven | (notices Slick's multi-coloured attire) You've bought yourself a new suit, Slick? |
| Slick | (smoothes down his gaudy over-coat) What, this old thing? (smiles) It is rather engaging, isn't it? |
| Keldirk | Revolting, I'd say. So, you've come into some money? |
| Slick | (nods) Business has picked up of late. Information seems to be a growth industry, these days. |
| Keldirk | So, what's been happening? |
| Slick | Lots. How much you want to know? |
| Craven | This much. (hands over four silver pieces) |
| Slick | (takes the money and pockets it quickly) Where do I start? Let me see. (contorts his face as he thinks) You boys created a bit of interest a while back when you turned your room in The Silver Gauntlet blue. Someone has been asking a few questions about that incident. |
| Craven | (looks at Keldirk) |
| Keldirk | (looks to Craven then back to Slick) Find out who it was and you'll earn yourself a golden orb. |
| Slick | (whistles) A golden orb! You've got yourself a deal. |
| Craven | Who knows Slick, with a gold piece you might be able to buy yourself some taste. |
| Slick | (looks offended) This is the latest fashion up town, I'll have you know. |
| Keldirk | We paid you four silver pieces, Slick. |
| Slick | (clears his throat) There's been some people killed down near the docks. The locals are getting restless and more than a little scared. As usual, the law doesn't know squat and they've even assigned Delva to the case. |
| Keldirk | Who's dying? |
| Slick | (shrugs) Little kids, mostly. Very creepy. Their heads are torn off; not cut mind you, but ripped from their shoulders. Heh, whoever is doing the killin' has got some serious muscle. |
| Keldirk | Have any adults been killed? |
| Slick | One, maybe two. Folk who got in the way, most likely. |
| Craven | Who is Delva? |
| Keldirk | (looks to Craven) Benhi the Leech's lieutenant. |
| Craven | Oh. |
| Slick | The city-folk have labeled the killer "The Butcher of Del Docks". Conjures up all the right images, don't it? |
| Keldirk | What else is news? |
| Slick | Let me think. The guilds are planning to shut up shop when The Inquisition arrives. They are due in town in a few days and the last time they were here they came down damned hard on any property procurement activities, if you know what I mean? All guilds have agreed to close down for the duration of The Holy Torturers' visit. |
| Craven | The Holy Torturers? |
| Slick | That is what we cynics call The Inquisition. |
| Craven | Oh. |
| Keldirk | Anything else? |
| Slick | I spoke to Jock a while ago. He said he knows how to find Topper. Just give me the word and I'll tee it up for ya. |
| Keldirk | (still smarting from his encounter with Darvon) Okay, but not quite now. We'll let you know. |
| Slick | The Duke is calling in all his debts around the Foreign Quarter. Some business folk are finding his payment incentives a little harsh. (laughs then lowers his voice) Word has it that the Duke's men paid a visit to old Cooper Waltyn and broke his arm when he couldn't pay. (looks left and right) But you didn't hear that from me. |
| Keldirk | Who is The Duke? |
| Slick | (looks surprised) You haven't heard of The Duke? |
| Craven | We're not living in this Quarter any more. |
| Slick | The Duke is a loan shark who lives in that monstrosity down the road. (points to a massive stone building that resembles a fortress) He loans money to those the merchants turn away. |
| Keldirk | For a sizeable fee, no doubt. |
| Slick | You've got that right. He has small force of men working for him who are very persuasive debt collectors. You might've seen them in your travels; they wear blue cloaks that sport a castle emblem on the back. My advice; if you need money explore all other avenues before going to The Duke. |
| Keldirk | So the Duke's men are collecting debts; what's so news-worthy about that? |
| Slick | I guess The Duke wants to collect his money before The Inquisition arrive. I figured you might know someone who has a debt with The Duke and if so you might've wanted to warn them. (shrugs) Unless you've got something specific in mind I can only guess what stuff you'll be interested in. |
| Keldirk | (nods) Fair enough. I'll speak to you again when I want to contact Jock. If you find out who is asking questions about us, send word to The River Snag Hostel. Craven, anything to add? |
| Craven | No. |
| Keldirk | (leaves) |
| Craven | (turns to leave then turns back to Slick) Slick, go buy yourself something less ostentatious. (flicks over a silver piece) |
| Slick | (catches the coin) What? The babes love this colourful shit. I wouldn't change my style for the world. (tosses back the coin) |
| Craven | (catches the coin, laughs and turns to catch up with Keldirk) |
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