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<blockquote data-quote="ChrisKarter" data-source="post: 7969135" data-attributes="member: 7023103"><p style="text-align: center"><span style="font-family: 'times new roman'">[ATTACH=full]121236[/ATTACH]</span></p> <p style="text-align: center"><span style="font-family: 'times new roman'"><strong><u>CHAPTER 2: FOOD FOR THOUGHT</u></strong></span></p><p><span style="font-family: 'times new roman'"></span></p><p><span style="font-family: 'times new roman'">EXT. BEAUCLAIR PORT, BEAUCLAIR, TOUSSAINT - MORNING</span></p><p><span style="font-family: 'times new roman'"></span></p><p><span style="font-family: 'times new roman'">With the sun in the air Avonis sits at the end of the same dock as the morning before, dangling his feet over the edge. His stomach grumbles from hunger as he gazes into the Sansretour river watching boats sail by. He was enjoying the spring breeze, transfixed to the point that the distractions and noise of the port were mute, until a familiar voice broke his concentration.</span></p><p><span style="font-family: 'times new roman'"></span></p><p><span style="font-family: 'times new roman'">JERONIMO</span></p><p><span style="font-family: 'times new roman'">Avonis! Avonis! Avonis of Kovir and Poviss!</span></p><p><span style="font-family: 'times new roman'"></span></p><p><span style="font-family: 'times new roman'">Avonis doesn't look thrilled to hear his name heedlessly called out. He closes his eyes and takes a deep breath before turning around to face the jovial young man that was beginning to grow on his nerves, and his wardrobe didn't help matters. Jeronimo, once again dressed in a stylish tunic, greets the witcher, but this time with a freshly baked muffin that he offers to Avonis with a good morning and a smile. Avonis hesitates but grabs the pastry. He examines it thoroughly and then smells it. He initially appears skeptic as he glances at Jeronimo, who is posing with a smile on his face.</span></p><p><span style="font-family: 'times new roman'"></span></p><p><span style="font-family: 'times new roman'">JERONIMO</span></p><p><span style="font-family: 'times new roman'">Blueberry lemon.</span></p><p><span style="font-family: 'times new roman'"></span></p><p><span style="font-family: 'times new roman'">Avonis stalls but eventually takes a bite out of the muffin. As he begins chewing, it's clear he enjoys it quite much.</span></p><p><span style="font-family: 'times new roman'"></span></p><p><span style="font-family: 'times new roman'">AVONIS</span></p><p><span style="font-family: 'times new roman'">Mm, still warm... This is good... This is really good.</span></p><p><span style="font-family: 'times new roman'"></span></p><p><span style="font-family: 'times new roman'">Jeronimo is smiling ear-to-ear with delight. Avonis looks at him surprised</span></p><p><span style="font-family: 'times new roman'"></span></p><p><span style="font-family: 'times new roman'">AVONIS</span></p><p><span style="font-family: 'times new roman'">Who baked this? You did?</span></p><p><span style="font-family: 'times new roman'"></span></p><p><span style="font-family: 'times new roman'">JERONIMO</span></p><p><span style="font-family: 'times new roman'">Indeed, but it is my mummy's recipe. I did add a dash of cinnamon, notre petit secret!</span></p><p><span style="font-family: 'times new roman'"></span></p><p><span style="font-family: 'times new roman'">Jeronimo's giddiness gives the witcher the sudden urge to crush his spirit and create as much distance between the two of them as humanly possible.</span></p><p><span style="font-family: 'times new roman'"></span></p><p><span style="font-family: 'times new roman'">AVONIS</span></p><p><span style="font-family: 'times new roman'">The answer is still no.</span></p><p><span style="font-family: 'times new roman'"></span></p><p><span style="font-family: 'times new roman'">Avonis takes another bite out of the muffin and marches past him, but this doesn't appear to discourage Jeronimo today. He stands there with a smile on his face watching the witcher walk away with muffin in hand. In Jeronimo's mind, the witcher eating the muffin was a clear victory and progress in the right direction, and if his calculations were correct, it would be only a matter of time before they were best friends and adventuring the continent together. Jeronimo sits down on the dock and sets up shop; he's pulls out a journal, pen, and ink, and begins to jot down his thoughts.</span></p><p><span style="font-family: 'times new roman'"></span></p><p><span style="font-family: 'times new roman'">Jeronimo writes; "The key to a lonely heart is food" and follows it with an over-emphasized "How is that for FOOD for THOUGHT?"</span></p><p><span style="font-family: 'times new roman'"></span></p><p><span style="font-family: 'times new roman'">And that my friends is when we exit Jeronimo's brain; a wonderful world where philosophy and poetry intertwine with a child’s optimism.</span></p><p><span style="font-family: 'times new roman'"></span></p><p style="text-align: center"><span style="font-family: 'times new roman'">[ATTACH=full]121237[/ATTACH]</span></p><p><span style="font-family: 'times new roman'"></span></p><p><span style="font-family: 'times new roman'">INT. THE BUTCHER'S MARKET, BEAUCLAIR - MORNING</span></p><p><span style="font-family: 'times new roman'"></span></p><p><span style="font-family: 'times new roman'">The next day Avonis walks through the doors of the Butcher's market in the Port District. The Butcher, a big burly bald man wearing a leather apron, was in the middle of beheading a chicken for a couple of customers. The sound of the cleaver hits the table and Avonis watches as the Butcher discards the head of the livestock. An assortment of meats were cleaned and on display. The smell of animal carcasses and fresh blood was pungent and overwhelming for the witcher in the enclosed building. The couple in front of him haven't stopped whispering to each other since he walked in. After they received their food they walked out the building cautiously watching him. Avonis isn't phased by their chatter and steps up to the butcher.</span></p><p><span style="font-family: 'times new roman'"></span></p><p><span style="font-family: 'times new roman'">BUTCHER</span></p><p><span style="font-family: 'times new roman'">What do you want?</span></p><p><span style="font-family: 'times new roman'"></span></p><p><span style="font-family: 'times new roman'">AVONIS</span></p><p><span style="font-family: 'times new roman'">Chicken leg.</span></p><p><span style="font-family: 'times new roman'"></span></p><p><span style="font-family: 'times new roman'">BUTCHER</span></p><p><span style="font-family: 'times new roman'">Nine florens.</span></p><p><span style="font-family: 'times new roman'"></span></p><p><span style="font-family: 'times new roman'">AVONIS</span></p><p><span style="font-family: 'times new roman'">Nine florens? What happened to six?</span></p><p><span style="font-family: 'times new roman'"></span></p><p><span style="font-family: 'times new roman'">BUTCHER</span></p><p><span style="font-family: 'times new roman'">Inflation. Chicken leg, nine florens.</span></p><p><span style="font-family: 'times new roman'"></span></p><p><span style="font-family: 'times new roman'">The Butcher points to the sign behind him with the list of items and prices on the market. Avonis can see that the price of a chicken leg is indeed nine florens today.</span></p><p><span style="font-family: 'times new roman'"></span></p><p><span style="font-family: 'times new roman'">AVONIS</span></p><p><span style="font-family: 'times new roman'">Let's play you for it.</span></p><p><span style="font-family: 'times new roman'"></span></p><p><span style="font-family: 'times new roman'">BUTCHER</span></p><p><span style="font-family: 'times new roman'">Blah! You're not pulling another fast one on me witcher. Eleven florens!</span></p><p><span style="font-family: 'times new roman'"></span></p><p><span style="font-family: 'times new roman'">Avonis shakes his head disappointed with his proposal being rejected. The Butcher retrieves the chicken leg as Avonis reaches for his coin pouch, it felt light, he pours it onto the counter. As the butcher starts to count the florens out, Avonis snatches the chicken leg and starts chomping into it. When the butcher finishes counting he swipes the coins into a bag.</span></p><p><span style="font-family: 'times new roman'"></span></p><p><span style="font-family: 'times new roman'">BUTCHER</span></p><p><span style="font-family: 'times new roman'">You're a floren short.</span></p><p><span style="font-family: 'times new roman'"></span></p><p><span style="font-family: 'times new roman'">AVONIS</span></p><p><span style="font-family: 'times new roman'">Are you sure you don't want to play for it? What about for that piece of bread right there?</span></p><p><span style="font-family: 'times new roman'"></span></p><p><span style="font-family: 'times new roman'">Avonis reaches to point at a piece of bread and the butcher responds by threatening him with his cleaver.</span></p><p><span style="font-family: 'times new roman'"></span></p><p><span style="font-family: 'times new roman'">BUTCHER</span></p><p><span style="font-family: 'times new roman'">Do you want to lose a finger witcher?</span></p><p><span style="font-family: 'times new roman'"></span></p><p><span style="font-family: 'times new roman'">Avonis grins and points to his protruding belly.</span></p><p><span style="font-family: 'times new roman'"></span></p><p><span style="font-family: 'times new roman'">AVONIS</span></p><p><span style="font-family: 'times new roman'">I don't think you're quick enough. You look like you've gained a little weight, around the, well, every where.</span></p><p><span style="font-family: 'times new roman'"></span></p><p><span style="font-family: 'times new roman'">BUTCHER</span></p><p><span style="font-family: 'times new roman'">Piss off. I hope you choke on a bone.</span></p><p><span style="font-family: 'times new roman'"></span></p><p><span style="font-family: 'times new roman'">AVONIS</span></p><p><span style="font-family: 'times new roman'">Always a pleasure, Butch.</span></p><p><span style="font-family: 'times new roman'"></span></p><p><span style="font-family: 'times new roman'">Avonis walks out the store. The Butcher spits on the ground as the door closes.</span></p><p><span style="font-family: 'times new roman'"></span></p><p><span style="font-family: 'times new roman'">EXT. BEAUCLAIR PORT, BEAUCLAIR, TOUSSAINT - MORNING</span></p><p><span style="font-family: 'times new roman'"></span></p><p><span style="font-family: 'times new roman'">Avonis walks out of the butcher's meat market wielding a half-eaten chicken leg and he sees Jeronimo, of all the people in Toussaint, walking in his direction. Jeronimo's face lights up with joy, but Avonis doesn't share the same sentiment and when he sees the bard he looks around for an escape. As Jeronimo closes the distance the witcher gets desperate and throws the half-eaten chicken leg at him, much to Jeronimo’s surprise, and walks with haste in the other direction. That doesn't deter Jeronimo as he predictably chases after him, trotting past the two beggars now scuffling for what was left of the free meal that just landed on the ground. Jeronimo calls out for the witcher repeatedly. His calls almost turn into song.</span></p><p><span style="font-family: 'times new roman'"></span></p><p><span style="font-family: 'times new roman'">JERONIMO</span></p><p><span style="font-family: 'times new roman'">Avonis! Avonis of Kovir and Poviss! Avonis! It all makes sense if you just hear me out! Avonis of Kovir and Poviss!</span></p><p><span style="font-family: 'times new roman'"></span></p><p><span style="font-family: 'times new roman'">AVONIS</span></p><p><span style="font-family: 'times new roman'">Stop calling my name! I don't need the services of a bard.</span></p><p><span style="font-family: 'times new roman'"></span></p><p><span style="font-family: 'times new roman'">JERONIMO</span></p><p><span style="font-family: 'times new roman'">Do you need a friend?</span></p><p><span style="font-family: 'times new roman'"></span></p><p><span style="font-family: 'times new roman'">AVONIS</span></p><p><span style="font-family: 'times new roman'">Absolutely not.</span></p><p><span style="font-family: 'times new roman'"></span></p><p><span style="font-family: 'times new roman'">Avonis stops in his tracks and Jeronimo can't stop in time before he runs into him. He was making a habit of that and Avonis is visibly annoyed. Jeronimo appears more concerned with the wrinkles in tunic as brushes it off while the witcher glares down at him with those amber orbs. Avonis snaps at him with a question that he didn't expect an immediate answer to.</span></p><p><span style="font-family: 'times new roman'"></span></p><p><span style="font-family: 'times new roman'">AVONIS</span></p><p><span style="font-family: 'times new roman'">What is wrong with you?</span></p><p><span style="font-family: 'times new roman'"></span></p><p><span style="font-family: 'times new roman'">JERONIMO</span></p><p><span style="font-family: 'times new roman'">I'm an only child and my uncle squandered the family fortune away on booze and whores.</span></p><p><span style="font-family: 'times new roman'"></span></p><p><span style="font-family: 'times new roman'">AVONIS</span></p><p><span style="font-family: 'times new roman'">(chuckles)</span></p><p><span style="font-family: 'times new roman'">Now your uncle sounds like my kind of friend.</span></p><p><span style="font-family: 'times new roman'"></span></p><p><span style="font-family: 'times new roman'">JERONIMO</span></p><p><span style="font-family: 'times new roman'">He was the chamberlain to the Lord High Treasurer, but he now lives in the dungeons of the Ducal Palace for embezzlement - correction - the official charge, "Misappropriation of Duchy Funds", and he will most likely face the axe if he lives to see his trial. Her excellency is not happy with him, she does not like to be embarrassed, and unfortunately she was forced to seize our family's assets. My father was a knight-errant but he died when I was very young, and mummy, my lovely mother, we recently buried her in Orlémurs Cemetery. The poor woman, ugh, she is undoubtedly rolling in her grave right now.</span></p><p><span style="font-family: 'times new roman'"></span></p><p><span style="font-family: 'times new roman'">AVONIS</span></p><p><span style="font-family: 'times new roman'">Was she ill?</span></p><p><span style="font-family: 'times new roman'"></span></p><p><span style="font-family: 'times new roman'">Jeronimo uses his hand to replicate a person jumping off somewhere high and hitting the ground. He finishes it off with the sound effect one makes when they hit the ground.</span></p><p><span style="font-family: 'times new roman'"></span></p><p><span style="font-family: 'times new roman'">JERONIMO</span></p><p><span style="font-family: 'times new roman'">Plop.</span></p><p><span style="font-family: 'times new roman'"></span></p><p><span style="font-family: 'times new roman'">AVONIS</span></p><p><span style="font-family: 'times new roman'">If she was anything like you, maybe somebody pushed her.</span></p><p><span style="font-family: 'times new roman'"></span></p><p><span style="font-family: 'times new roman'">JERONIMO</span></p><p><span style="font-family: 'times new roman'">No, she left a letter...</span></p><p><span style="font-family: 'times new roman'"></span></p><p><span style="font-family: 'times new roman'">Jeronimo's voice trails with his demeanor.</span></p><p><span style="font-family: 'times new roman'"></span></p><p><span style="font-family: 'times new roman'">AVONIS</span></p><p><span style="font-family: 'times new roman'">You have my condolences.</span></p><p><span style="font-family: 'times new roman'"></span></p><p><span style="font-family: 'times new roman'">Jeronimo shrugs it off and returns to his chipper self.</span></p><p><span style="font-family: 'times new roman'"></span></p><p><span style="font-family: 'times new roman'">JERONIMO</span></p><p><span style="font-family: 'times new roman'">Oh thank you but I've had my time for mourning, now it's quite liberating actually. I have nothing holding me back, I am a free man with the wind behind me and the stars in my future. I can finally fulfill my dream of attending Oxenfurt Academy. Once I graduate I'll travel the continent and catalog my adventures just like Master Julian. I will compose world renown ballads of my escapades and sing them in the Royal Court of Vizima!</span></p><p><span style="font-family: 'times new roman'"></span></p><p><span style="font-family: 'times new roman'">Avonis snaps at him, cutting him off from his rant.</span></p><p><span style="font-family: 'times new roman'"></span></p><p><span style="font-family: 'times new roman'">AVONIS</span></p><p><span style="font-family: 'times new roman'">Did I ask for you to tell me your life story Jeronimo? Did I ask about your dreams and aspirations? Because I have dreams and aspirations too, I long for peace and quiet.</span></p><p><span style="font-family: 'times new roman'"></span></p><p><span style="font-family: 'times new roman'">JERONIMO</span></p><p><span style="font-family: 'times new roman'">Well, sir, you did ask what was wrong with me, and I am trying to get to that point if you'll quit interrupting me.</span></p><p><span style="font-family: 'times new roman'"></span></p><p><span style="font-family: 'times new roman'">Avonis points at Jeronimo.</span></p><p><span style="font-family: 'times new roman'"></span></p><p><span style="font-family: 'times new roman'">AVONIS</span></p><p><span style="font-family: 'times new roman'">Forget I asked. I mean it. Forget I asked.</span></p><p><span style="font-family: 'times new roman'"></span></p><p><span style="font-family: 'times new roman'">He sees an incoming crew of dockhands moving in their direction carrying long pieces of lumber. This was his opportunity for a getaway. He times it right and jumps out in front of them to create a brief enough blockade to separate himself from Jeronimo and disappear into the crowd. Jeronimo shrugs his shoulders, he would come back again tomorrow, and he starts to skip his way out of Beauclair Port and towards Harbor Gate seemingly without a care in the world.</span></p></blockquote><p></p>
[QUOTE="ChrisKarter, post: 7969135, member: 7023103"] [CENTER][FONT=times new roman][ATTACH type="full" alt="Beauclair Port District (680x300).jpg"]121236[/ATTACH] [B][U]CHAPTER 2: FOOD FOR THOUGHT[/U][/B][/FONT][/CENTER] [FONT=times new roman] EXT. BEAUCLAIR PORT, BEAUCLAIR, TOUSSAINT - MORNING With the sun in the air Avonis sits at the end of the same dock as the morning before, dangling his feet over the edge. His stomach grumbles from hunger as he gazes into the Sansretour river watching boats sail by. He was enjoying the spring breeze, transfixed to the point that the distractions and noise of the port were mute, until a familiar voice broke his concentration. JERONIMO Avonis! Avonis! Avonis of Kovir and Poviss! Avonis doesn't look thrilled to hear his name heedlessly called out. He closes his eyes and takes a deep breath before turning around to face the jovial young man that was beginning to grow on his nerves, and his wardrobe didn't help matters. Jeronimo, once again dressed in a stylish tunic, greets the witcher, but this time with a freshly baked muffin that he offers to Avonis with a good morning and a smile. Avonis hesitates but grabs the pastry. He examines it thoroughly and then smells it. He initially appears skeptic as he glances at Jeronimo, who is posing with a smile on his face. JERONIMO Blueberry lemon. Avonis stalls but eventually takes a bite out of the muffin. As he begins chewing, it's clear he enjoys it quite much. AVONIS Mm, still warm... This is good... This is really good. Jeronimo is smiling ear-to-ear with delight. Avonis looks at him surprised AVONIS Who baked this? You did? JERONIMO Indeed, but it is my mummy's recipe. I did add a dash of cinnamon, notre petit secret! Jeronimo's giddiness gives the witcher the sudden urge to crush his spirit and create as much distance between the two of them as humanly possible. AVONIS The answer is still no. Avonis takes another bite out of the muffin and marches past him, but this doesn't appear to discourage Jeronimo today. He stands there with a smile on his face watching the witcher walk away with muffin in hand. In Jeronimo's mind, the witcher eating the muffin was a clear victory and progress in the right direction, and if his calculations were correct, it would be only a matter of time before they were best friends and adventuring the continent together. Jeronimo sits down on the dock and sets up shop; he's pulls out a journal, pen, and ink, and begins to jot down his thoughts. Jeronimo writes; "The key to a lonely heart is food" and follows it with an over-emphasized "How is that for FOOD for THOUGHT?" And that my friends is when we exit Jeronimo's brain; a wonderful world where philosophy and poetry intertwine with a child’s optimism. [/FONT] [CENTER][FONT=times new roman][ATTACH type="full" alt="Butchers Shop (532x300).jpg"]121237[/ATTACH][/FONT][/CENTER] [FONT=times new roman] INT. THE BUTCHER'S MARKET, BEAUCLAIR - MORNING The next day Avonis walks through the doors of the Butcher's market in the Port District. The Butcher, a big burly bald man wearing a leather apron, was in the middle of beheading a chicken for a couple of customers. The sound of the cleaver hits the table and Avonis watches as the Butcher discards the head of the livestock. An assortment of meats were cleaned and on display. The smell of animal carcasses and fresh blood was pungent and overwhelming for the witcher in the enclosed building. The couple in front of him haven't stopped whispering to each other since he walked in. After they received their food they walked out the building cautiously watching him. Avonis isn't phased by their chatter and steps up to the butcher. BUTCHER What do you want? AVONIS Chicken leg. BUTCHER Nine florens. AVONIS Nine florens? What happened to six? BUTCHER Inflation. Chicken leg, nine florens. The Butcher points to the sign behind him with the list of items and prices on the market. Avonis can see that the price of a chicken leg is indeed nine florens today. AVONIS Let's play you for it. BUTCHER Blah! You're not pulling another fast one on me witcher. Eleven florens! Avonis shakes his head disappointed with his proposal being rejected. The Butcher retrieves the chicken leg as Avonis reaches for his coin pouch, it felt light, he pours it onto the counter. As the butcher starts to count the florens out, Avonis snatches the chicken leg and starts chomping into it. When the butcher finishes counting he swipes the coins into a bag. BUTCHER You're a floren short. AVONIS Are you sure you don't want to play for it? What about for that piece of bread right there? Avonis reaches to point at a piece of bread and the butcher responds by threatening him with his cleaver. BUTCHER Do you want to lose a finger witcher? Avonis grins and points to his protruding belly. AVONIS I don't think you're quick enough. You look like you've gained a little weight, around the, well, every where. BUTCHER Piss off. I hope you choke on a bone. AVONIS Always a pleasure, Butch. Avonis walks out the store. The Butcher spits on the ground as the door closes. EXT. BEAUCLAIR PORT, BEAUCLAIR, TOUSSAINT - MORNING Avonis walks out of the butcher's meat market wielding a half-eaten chicken leg and he sees Jeronimo, of all the people in Toussaint, walking in his direction. Jeronimo's face lights up with joy, but Avonis doesn't share the same sentiment and when he sees the bard he looks around for an escape. As Jeronimo closes the distance the witcher gets desperate and throws the half-eaten chicken leg at him, much to Jeronimo’s surprise, and walks with haste in the other direction. That doesn't deter Jeronimo as he predictably chases after him, trotting past the two beggars now scuffling for what was left of the free meal that just landed on the ground. Jeronimo calls out for the witcher repeatedly. His calls almost turn into song. JERONIMO Avonis! Avonis of Kovir and Poviss! Avonis! It all makes sense if you just hear me out! Avonis of Kovir and Poviss! AVONIS Stop calling my name! I don't need the services of a bard. JERONIMO Do you need a friend? AVONIS Absolutely not. Avonis stops in his tracks and Jeronimo can't stop in time before he runs into him. He was making a habit of that and Avonis is visibly annoyed. Jeronimo appears more concerned with the wrinkles in tunic as brushes it off while the witcher glares down at him with those amber orbs. Avonis snaps at him with a question that he didn't expect an immediate answer to. AVONIS What is wrong with you? JERONIMO I'm an only child and my uncle squandered the family fortune away on booze and whores. AVONIS (chuckles) Now your uncle sounds like my kind of friend. JERONIMO He was the chamberlain to the Lord High Treasurer, but he now lives in the dungeons of the Ducal Palace for embezzlement - correction - the official charge, "Misappropriation of Duchy Funds", and he will most likely face the axe if he lives to see his trial. Her excellency is not happy with him, she does not like to be embarrassed, and unfortunately she was forced to seize our family's assets. My father was a knight-errant but he died when I was very young, and mummy, my lovely mother, we recently buried her in Orlémurs Cemetery. The poor woman, ugh, she is undoubtedly rolling in her grave right now. AVONIS Was she ill? Jeronimo uses his hand to replicate a person jumping off somewhere high and hitting the ground. He finishes it off with the sound effect one makes when they hit the ground. JERONIMO Plop. AVONIS If she was anything like you, maybe somebody pushed her. JERONIMO No, she left a letter... Jeronimo's voice trails with his demeanor. AVONIS You have my condolences. Jeronimo shrugs it off and returns to his chipper self. JERONIMO Oh thank you but I've had my time for mourning, now it's quite liberating actually. I have nothing holding me back, I am a free man with the wind behind me and the stars in my future. I can finally fulfill my dream of attending Oxenfurt Academy. Once I graduate I'll travel the continent and catalog my adventures just like Master Julian. I will compose world renown ballads of my escapades and sing them in the Royal Court of Vizima! Avonis snaps at him, cutting him off from his rant. AVONIS Did I ask for you to tell me your life story Jeronimo? Did I ask about your dreams and aspirations? Because I have dreams and aspirations too, I long for peace and quiet. JERONIMO Well, sir, you did ask what was wrong with me, and I am trying to get to that point if you'll quit interrupting me. Avonis points at Jeronimo. AVONIS Forget I asked. I mean it. Forget I asked. He sees an incoming crew of dockhands moving in their direction carrying long pieces of lumber. This was his opportunity for a getaway. He times it right and jumps out in front of them to create a brief enough blockade to separate himself from Jeronimo and disappear into the crowd. Jeronimo shrugs his shoulders, he would come back again tomorrow, and he starts to skip his way out of Beauclair Port and towards Harbor Gate seemingly without a care in the world.[/FONT] [/QUOTE]
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