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<blockquote data-quote="nimisgod" data-source="post: 1339759" data-attributes="member: 10283">Sir Ishmael frowned inwardly. He certainly appreciated the generosity. Despite the gold he carried, however, he was an ascetic. Rarely did he ever carry anything in excess and thus had little to spare in terms of gifts. Nevertheless, he thinks back and decides upon a gift. T'would be a breach of honor to break tradition.&nbsp;&quot;Mine thanks for thine hospitality, good host. My name is Sir Ishmael of the Wooden Sword.&nbsp;Please, accept these two darts as a gift from this humble Halfling. They are sized for thine children and are unenchanted. However, the cold iron they are wrought from makes some evil fey or daemon otherwise invulnerable susceptible to their sting.&quot;&nbsp;He spent a short time eating amongst the big folk, listening to their talk and absorbing as much of the dwarven tongue as he could. From time to time, he asked Rurik to clarify a word or twain.&nbsp;After the repast, he excused himself from his current company. The halfilng then went to his beloved mount and gave the tired steed a needed massage. Sir Ishmael made sure that the warpony was well fed and had a blanket for the night to come. His strength would be needed for the continuation of the journey.&nbsp;Sir Ishmael would make sure that the other mounts were equally well taken care of, but only after Courage was checked first. &nbsp;After his chores in the stables (or barn), Sir Ishmael returned to the house to rejoin his comrades in community and rest.</blockquote>

[QUOTE="nimisgod, post: 1339759, member: 10283"] Sir Ishmael frowned inwardly. He certainly appreciated the generosity. Despite the gold he carried, however, he was an ascetic. Rarely did he ever carry anything in excess and thus had little to spare in terms of gifts. Nevertheless, he thinks back and decides upon a gift. T'would be a breach of honor to break tradition. [color=royalblue]"Mine thanks for thine hospitality, good host. My name is Sir Ishmael of the Wooden Sword.[/color] [color=royalblue]Please, accept these two darts as a gift from this humble Halfling. They are sized for thine children and are unenchanted. However, the cold iron they are wrought from makes some evil fey or daemon otherwise invulnerable susceptible to their sting."[/color] He spent a short time eating amongst the big folk, listening to their talk and absorbing as much of the dwarven tongue as he could. From time to time, he asked Rurik to clarify a word or twain. After the repast, he excused himself from his current company. The halfilng then went to his beloved mount and gave the tired steed a needed massage. Sir Ishmael made sure that the warpony was well fed and had a blanket for the night to come. His strength would be needed for the continuation of the journey. Sir Ishmael would make sure that the other mounts were equally well taken care of, but only after Courage was checked first. After his chores in the stables (or barn), Sir Ishmael returned to the house to rejoin his comrades in community and rest. [/QUOTE]

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