The Brollachan
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I am the Brollachan - who else did you think I was?
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Post by The Brollachan on Aug 2, 2004 21:36:01 GMT
* Takes his drink and bread and goes to sit in the corner. He feels confortable sitting against the walls of the building. * [ModNote: the Human Brollachan is next seen in Espionage.]
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Post by Young Grimwold on Aug 3, 2004 0:38:58 GMT
*Owen isn't quite finished with FK.*
Owen: Have you gone rusty already? Yes, that'll cover your drinks; but it sure as 'eck won't cover the carnage you caused with your little fight. Now I don't know if creatures like you cough, but... cough up.
*Owen moves towards FK.*
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Post by FrightKnight on Aug 3, 2004 14:32:39 GMT
Aw, for crying out loud, I didn't purposefully headbutt that table! *Owen points to where sword marks have ripped through pieces of wood, thanks to the FK's somewhat futile attempts to strike Midnight* Oh, those. *Sigh* Very well then. Just bear with me a moment. *FK moves over to 'George' and without hesitation reaches into his pocket to produce....a potato? Wrong pocket. FK grabs anything that can be found from the other pocket, and finds a button, some fluff, a blackened jelly thing and...four gold coins. Phew!* There you go barkeep. I'll even give you a tip...*FK reaches towards his pocket, but instead draws out his sword, pointing it rather viciously in the direction of Owen. The tone of his voice becomes a tad more threatening*... Be more civil to your customers, as they may lose their cool occasionally. And with that, I bid you a good day. *FK smiles in a sickly way and marches out of the Heifer.* (OOC: George will make his exit soon) [ModNote: FrightKnight returns in Dawn Drink.]
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Post by Young Grimwold on Aug 3, 2004 16:32:36 GMT
Owen: Thank you, Sir! Mind how you go now!
*Owen makes a mental note to keep a close eye on any Opposition minions who turn up in his tavern in future. He also makes some mental graffiti about FrightKnight. He almost says it out loud, but realises that it's not the kind of language his customers would want to hear.*
*Owen mutters through gritted teeth,* The next time I catch one of Lord Fear's idiots in here, I'll be the one making the trouble.
*Owen ducks behind the bar for another brandy. This, plus the money FK has left, makes him feel a bit calmer. Surely the Heifer is doing better business than the Wolf's Howl Inn now? Owen looks around the room, checking that the serving maids aren't slacking off.*
*The piper plays a tune about a red dwarf, fresh mango juice, and goldfish shoals. Some of the customers seem to recognise it, and whistle along.*
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