Binder Fred
3 rings to bind them all!
Sloor shoots a slightly worried glare down the corridor, just in case there's an army of onlookers lurking there as well-Mack pauses to look at Sloor in the eyes. "Very well." Unable to fathom why the besalisk is so insistent, the soldier leaves it be.
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Situation's probably about as solved as it was before... and twice as murky, but it had to be done. No frecsing idea exactly why, but... yeah. Felt right. Nothing is always easier; except that it never is, as old two-mouths used to say with that ithorian accent of his...
(Frek! I'm not going to actually start following his advice, am I?)
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"Want taw daw the hawnours, Darius man?" Sloor hold out the card to him between two fingers. "You've frekking earned it.""Let me take a look."
However, it is quite clear that such techniques are not necessary as the key card is found.
«Since Dr Simon is out for the week, let's assume he does and opens the door.... That alright with everybody? Assuming so, check for cameras (1d20+3=7), then, as there are none....
"After you, Sra." And here he does finally look at her, blinking, looking for signs that she might have overheard (he's... not entirely sure which way he's hoping that goes)...
<Response Mir?>
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