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Message: <blockquote data-quote="dpdx" data-source="post: 1606179" data-attributes="member: 188">"Oh, he's here, is he? Pelor be praised." Fendric says from under the doorway. Turning around, he accompanies Hiritus to where the barkeep pointed out Gilter.As Gilter pushes his call bet forward, Fendric looks on, at once amused with and ignorant of the game going on before him. Of even more fascination is the size of the wagers - quietly he asks Hiritus, "That IS platinum they're playing with, is it not?", and upon hearing the affirmative, looks upon both gentlemen at the table with a visible expression of awe.Waiting upon the showdown, Fendric continues conversationally, in Gilter's general direction, "We liberated these from a band of orcs that set upon us as we crossed the pass. Some are of crude manufacture, like you might expect from such a band of brigands, but some are most definitely of higher quality, as if they themselves had been taken from less fortunate groups than ourselves. I'm quite comfortable with the flail my Temple has given me, as are my companions with their weapons, and so to us they are weight, and hopefully coin. I should hope to find the inside of a tub of hot water, and a softer bed than cave rock with it, the Radiant Light Willing. Anything else would be bounty, indeed. And if Eivanrach is to gird itself and stand together, one and all, against the menace that Exantrius knew to follow us when he was alive, these weapons might help to save this good city, E'er the Holy Light Reveal It To Be So."Pausing after his soliloquy to note the cards now revealed upon the table, Fendric asks completely innocently, "So, is this a good time, or a bad time?"</blockquote>

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