Binder Fred
3 rings to bind them all!
"Hu," grunts Sloor. He keeps all of his hands well away from his weapons as he intently stares at the drinker for long, long heartbeats, waiting for him to keel over and start foaming at the mouth or something... He most emphatically *doesn't*.
"Saw much fawr that." Frankly, he's a bit disappointed -- and embarrassed as all seven forsaken hells... but let's survive this little bit right here first, alright?
Turning his attention fully on the negotiator: "Well sra, we've had this pawisaning here this mawrning - as you knaw - and I figured..." (Frek this is embarrassing. Should have let the frekker die first, would have simplified his life no end! *And* it ain't doing much for Darga's negotiating position either!) A shrug, finding his - wryly amused - center again: "I'll be sure taw wait until *after* I get prawper clearance next time." arms still up and non-threatening, but now with a slightly raised brow ridge.
<Response negotiator?>
[sblock=Path not taken]<If he does:
"Aaaah," the satisfied sound of suspicions confirmed. "TB, if you would! Med drawid," he quickly explains to the woman as the remaining guard's finger tenses on the trigger when TB starts gliding down... [/sblock]
"Saw much fawr that." Frankly, he's a bit disappointed -- and embarrassed as all seven forsaken hells... but let's survive this little bit right here first, alright?
Turning his attention fully on the negotiator: "Well sra, we've had this pawisaning here this mawrning - as you knaw - and I figured..." (Frek this is embarrassing. Should have let the frekker die first, would have simplified his life no end! *And* it ain't doing much for Darga's negotiating position either!) A shrug, finding his - wryly amused - center again: "I'll be sure taw wait until *after* I get prawper clearance next time." arms still up and non-threatening, but now with a slightly raised brow ridge.
<Response negotiator?>
[sblock=Path not taken]<If he does:
"Aaaah," the satisfied sound of suspicions confirmed. "TB, if you would! Med drawid," he quickly explains to the woman as the remaining guard's finger tenses on the trigger when TB starts gliding down... [/sblock]
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