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Post by Romili on Feb 21, 2013 20:45:54 GMT
Thank-you
*Romili smiles and seems to settle considerably with the drink in her hand. Her wings stretch slightly and Knight pads slowly to the other side of her*
{NEW TASK PENDING}
N'aw bollocks... *she whispers under her breath*
{GATHER INFORMATION WITHIN THE BOUNDARIES OF WOLFENDEN}
So, Dal... *She says almost nervously* What's new around what's going on?
*She takes a sip of mead*
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Post by Romili on Feb 21, 2013 20:48:38 GMT
*Romili seems to become more interested in the girls as they sit down, perhaps she is looking to them for further information as the Project requests. She stands up and crosses to them, dragging a stool (or chair) into place, proceeding to ignore Dal*
Erm... hi. Do any of you have anything you could tell me about this place?
*She waves her hands indicating the air to represent the town, Knight padding to her heels*
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Post by Shadow on Feb 21, 2013 23:38:25 GMT
*She looks to her.*
No. Sorry.
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Post by Romili on Feb 25, 2013 13:26:13 GMT
[Pulse slightly elevated, deduction; Selected Misinformation.]
[Suggest; Leave the issue]
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Post by Young Grimwold on Feb 25, 2013 17:46:51 GMT
So, Dal... *She says almost nervously* What's new around what's going on? *She takes a sip of mead* *Dal gestures towards the singed timbers.* Dal: Fire. *He isn't feeling too genial, so he is relieved when Romili leaves to join the other customers. He watches her wolf to see if it will follow.* |
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Post by Romili on Feb 27, 2013 14:56:53 GMT
Very well *Romili turns to leave and Knight follows* If there's nothing for me to do, I might as well get some target practice in. Aegis Fang *A bow and quiver of arrows locate themselves in appropriate places with a thousand tiny metallic clicks. Romili walks through the door.* [ModNote: Continued in Joy of the Hunt.] |
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Post by Young Grimwold on Mar 4, 2013 17:12:27 GMT
*Drassandre the maid moves quietly over to where Shadow is sitting, and whispers to her.*
Drassandre: Pardon my saying so, miss, but many folk would love a guardian angel in their lives, especially now. Are you sure you want to let one walk away from yours?
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Post by Shadow on Mar 5, 2013 20:18:02 GMT
*She looks to her.*
...angels mean nothing to me...I don't see what does matter anymore.
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Post by Romili on Mar 6, 2013 9:32:32 GMT
[OOC: bit OTT over Lufane dying don't you think? Aw...]
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Post by Young Grimwold on Mar 6, 2013 17:38:54 GMT
Drassandre: It's your right to dismiss people you haven't even met; but if I did that, I'd be out of a job! By the way, did you find the book that Callimpsest left for you? The Lexicon? I put it in your room.
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Post by Shadow on Mar 6, 2013 19:42:56 GMT
Oh really? I...must have missed it.
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Post by Young Grimwold on Mar 17, 2013 12:45:19 GMT
Drassandre: Oh. Well I'm sure you will find it later.
*Unwilling to bother guests who may wish to be left in peace, Drassandre moves away to speak with customers at another table, glancing back at Autumn and Shadow every so often.*
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Post by Lufane on Mar 18, 2013 15:27:26 GMT
*A bang from outside that sounded as if something very big had hit the ground very hard is heard, though dampened by the inn's walls and the distance from its source* |
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Post by Shadow on Mar 20, 2013 16:33:06 GMT
Huh? What the hell was that?
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Post by Young Grimwold on Mar 21, 2013 19:02:16 GMT
*There is concern inside the inn and across Wolfenden, but it quickly passes once it becomes clear that there is no immediate danger, fiery or otherwise. In a land of magic, unexplained bangs and flashes are not uncommon, and most folk have learned not to pay much attention to them.*
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