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Post by Huran on Jun 8, 2013 12:01:21 GMT -6
Huran would gently remove Falita's arm and give a slight glare at the two who both seem to be ganging up on him. "Someday you might be thankful to have me around you know." Then he would smile. "I just might have a flask of ale left in my bag."
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Post by WxCougar on Aug 14, 2013 16:55:14 GMT -6
Falita smirked at this announcment. "Are you bribing the poor guy now?" Teasing Huran had pretty much been a constant since they first met. It was pretty much a given anymore.
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Post by Dorin Racbur on Mar 4, 2014 23:08:03 GMT -6
The dwarf would look at Huran hopefully, silently praying to Torag his 'twin' would produce some much needed ale. "Brib'n or not, ye produce ale an ye be in me good graces fer life lad."
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Post by Huran on Mar 6, 2014 20:42:01 GMT -6
Huran would dig around in his pack awhile before producing a flask. "Only a sip left but it's yours if you quit whining." He would smirk at the dwarf before tossing him the flask.
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Post by WxCougar on Mar 10, 2014 13:01:29 GMT -6
Somehow, the fact that Huran still had any left was not too much of a surprise. She hadn't seen it, that was why she'd said what she did. But Huran was known for squirrelling away such things. "I don't think he's the one whinning," she pointed out with a smirk.
Then she considered this meeting and what it could mean. Her thoughts came out loud in a question she doubted anyone here knew the answer to. "I wonder if there are others then."
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