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"Your a bony thing, boyo, need to eat some more meat and drink a lot of ale." He says releasing Korin. "You get another when you find that chest of gold...or...if you find any ale...that is drinkable...preferably dwarven."
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Sheryllin looks to find the boys hugging as well. Hmmm. She watches them, having perverted thoughts of where this could lead to finding the exchange an odd one, as she never heard of men hugging one another before. She looks up at Squirrel, then to Birdie for answers. "What is happening?"
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"I don't know" Tryanne answers her even tone managing to sound greatly alarmed. "There is an awalfuy lot of body holdng going on here. None of wich helps us at our task."
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"Is gold why you have all left your homes?" Tryanne asks polity as she heads out the door. "I always wondered what made people go off on adventures."
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Thorin looks at Tryanne and strokes his holy symbol, "Tyr is the god of justice and I am a healer. My reason is that my faith commands me to fight injustice in the world. My profession guides me to protect and heal those who also fight injustice. That is why I am here. As a dwarf some gold would not hurt. He says ending with a smile on his face.
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A different look comes over Sheryllin as she stares up at Birdie. I did not set out on adventure. I was taken from my home. Robbed of all I had worked hard for, and thrown in a cage, unwillingly. She is angered, breathing heavily through her nose, clenching and unclenching her tiny fists. She not looking at Birdie, but glaring through her. The world has become invisible to her, as she becomes consumed by her memory of what she once had.
And then it's gone, her eyes go wide, as she remembers her place, then falls to her knees, hands covering her face. "Am I really free, if all I can remember is being a slave? she asks shakily.
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Dalwinkle looked Tyranne soberly, "I have no home to go to. My family threw me out. I have nowhere to go, nothing else to do. Except, maybe, go back to jail." The gnome stared at the ground, "If I find something good, gold, glory...maybe they will accept me back. That is why I'm here."
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Korin leaned on Siren's shoulder, exclaiming how it had been a long day. She put an arm around his shoulders to steady him as he leaned on her. Then Shell- Sheryllin fell to her knees in dismay. Korin drew away and knelt infront of the woman. Jealousy surged in her as he reached out and hugged her.
Siren rubbed her arms. It was just a friendly hug, surely. It didn't mean anything. But what if it did mean something? It wasn't like she had any claim to Korin, her Fish, they had been friends for a long time. Why did she delude herself into thinking there could be anything more? Why did she keep doing this to herself? "Yeah, you're free. You just need to make more, good memories to make up for the bad. And the best way to start is with friends. Though if you shank our friend cause he's hugging you, I'll be mightily upset." A small smile spreads across her face. "Though if you do I'll ask Red, i mean, Thorin to leave a scar as reminder. 'Don't hug on girls that don't like being touched." |
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At first, there was no reaction to Fish's hug, she had not registered it so caught up in her own mind. But when Korin spoke, she stiffened slightly, relaxing as she felt comfortable in his arms. She looked up, her lips parting as something came over her, she wanted to....
Fish walked away from her and went to Shortie to talk, leaving Sheryllin to fall forward a little as she had given herself over to his hold. She shakes her head, her body trembling after, and looks to Squirrel for answers. For a brief instant, Sheryllin saw something not friendly as Squirrel looked at her. Did this one do something wrong? she wonders to herself. And then Squirrel smiles and asks her not to shank Fish. "No. Sheryllin one not shank Fish. Sheryllin like Fish." she nods her head and smiles. Yes, she liked Fish. He smelled good, felt good. Felt.... right.
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Korin told Dal some sappiness about where his home was. While Dal appreciated the sentiment, he could think of three better sets of breasts that he would be happy to make his home. He decided to say nothing about it, thought by now he was sure they knew what he was thinking. Then the subject turned to shanking and Dal knew they better move on before he violated the PG13 rating.
"If we are done with the hug-fest, let's try to find out what is going on around this place. We don't want more people ending up like these two," he gestured to the dead bodies, "because we were standing around lollygagging." The gnome walked outside and looked around. "I don't think we've been there yet," he said, pointing to building E1. |
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"I'm Red"...always thought I was Fish for some reason...but I guess it makes sense, since it is my favorite color." Thorin says and then a questioning look comes into his eyes. "How did you know Red was my favorite color...are you a mind reader?" Thorin stares and then shakes his head. "I mean you obviously knew I was a great fisherman...what that must have been mind-reading again." now he is scratching his head and looking puzzled. "ok...its a trick...and I don't want to know how you do it...but very good."
The dwarf sits down and appears to be lost in thought.
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Tryanne can't abid this sitting around she looks for the nearest building and says, ""I am going that way. Anyone else coming?"" She also some how has doged her own question about why people leave home...
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