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Psyran:
Ahh! Finally. May I have a drink, good sir?
Papa Paradox:
*Turning to N-Sunderland*
"Well I had a brief encounter with some bandits. The idiots boarded, the ship I was commanding was under equipped for ship to ship fighting, but it was my crew that did the tearing..."
*His hand folds into his forearm revealing a massive serrated blade*
"limb from limb one might say, heh."
*He moves his blade along side Zills neck, using it to point past him at his jacket*
"Payments in the right pocket, mate. Along with a trinket I thought you might enjoy."
BdrLineAzn:
--- Quote from: RearAdmiralZill on February 24, 2013, 11:32:35 pm ---*Leaves for a moment and returns with a mediocre barkeep at best to serve the thirsty patrons*
Yiski had some business to attend to. Something about an over extended tab. Judging from the guns he took from my warehouse, its been a long time comin'.
--- End quote ---
*sigh* So it might be a while. Hold on let me get back there as well. Been around the stuff so often that I know a thing or too. But noone ask for any Hellfire, Yiski's recipe is so delicate might as well let Sunderland blow up this place then let me mix it. So who needs what?
N-Sunderland:
You should find a pipe leaking the most foul-smelling, disgusting-looking black liquid you've seen in your life. Get me a mug of that, will ya?
RearAdmiralZill:
--- Quote from: PapaParadox on February 24, 2013, 11:42:16 pm ---*Turning to N-Sunderland*
"Well I had a brief encounter with some bandits. The idiots boarded, the ship I was commanding was under equipped for ship to ship fighting, but it was my crew that did the tearing..."
*His hand folds into his forearm revealing a massive serrated blade*
"limb from limb one might say, heh."
*He moves his blade along side Zills neck, using it to point past him at his jacket*
"Payments in the right pocket, mate. Along with a trinket I thought you might enjoy."
--- End quote ---
My face has seen much worse than your blade, but nows not the time for scaring away the patrons I wager.
*Walks over to the jacket and reaches in, pulling out a hefty purse and a circular block wrapped in paper. The smell of cheese fills his mask.*
Some of your famed Asiago I smell. I may of judged yea too fast you bag of bolts.
--- Quote from: BdrLineAzn on February 24, 2013, 11:51:44 pm ---
*sigh* So it might be a while. Hold on let me get back there as well. Been around the stuff so often that I know a thing or too. But noone ask for any Hellfire, Yiski's recipe is so delicate might as well let Sunderland blow up this place then let me mix it. So who needs what?
--- End quote ---
Pour me some No.3 would yea?
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