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<blockquote data-quote="eriwoj" data-source="post: 2564036">The ebony skinned smoker turned and watched the new comer's movements. He again caught the glance of the man who had earlier looked away. This time the smoker in the corner faked a cough, the man leaned over and whispered to his servant. The boy picked up and went to the bar. He ordered a pitcher of milk.This caught the attention of the elf who was still asking questions. He knew the man and his page and also that milk was a drink associated with special occasions. Figuring that this was a signal, the elf offers to carry the pitcher for the page.&quot;What is it, Gil?&quot; the elf bent close to the man pouring him a glass.&quot;Him,&quot; Gil shoot a look toward Gerik; the elf looked over his shoulder to examine the man. &quot;What do you think?&quot;&quot;Go,&quot; he whispered and returned to the bar as Gil gave a nod to the dark skinned pipe smoker. Who nodded back and set down his pipe. He lifted the bow that he used as a walking stick and openly limped over to the table where Gerik sat enjoying his meal.Speaking in a merchenary dialect, Are you not afraid of poison?</blockquote>

[QUOTE="eriwoj, post: 2564036"] The ebony skinned smoker turned and watched the new comer's movements. He again caught the glance of the man who had earlier looked away. This time the smoker in the corner faked a cough, the man leaned over and whispered to his servant. The boy picked up and went to the bar. He ordered a pitcher of milk. This caught the attention of the elf who was still asking questions. He knew the man and his page and also that milk was a drink associated with special occasions. Figuring that this was a signal, the elf offers to carry the pitcher for the page. [I]"What is it, Gil?"[/I] the elf bent close to the man pouring him a glass. [I]"Him,"[/I] Gil shoot a look toward Gerik; the elf looked over his shoulder to examine the man. [I]"What do you think?"[/I] [I]"Go,"[/I] he whispered and returned to the bar as Gil gave a nod to the dark skinned pipe smoker. Who nodded back and set down his pipe. He lifted the bow that he used as a walking stick and openly limped over to the table where Gerik sat enjoying his meal. Speaking in a merchenary dialect, [I]Are you not afraid of poison?[/I] [/QUOTE]

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