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<blockquote data-quote="loxmyth" data-source="post: 1403922" data-attributes="member: 1255">~ MiriahAs Miriah utters her preference, a great trumpetted fanfare arises from a balcony above their seats and the horses trot out onto the field, each ridden by a lean jockey.&nbsp; Excited to see the creatures, the audience let's out a cacophony of cheers.&quot;Well,&quot; begins Ain, and he points out the animals in turn.&nbsp; The large chestnut brown one with the wild black mane is Uthgart; the lean grey one with the braided white mane is Winddancer;&nbsp; Frostmane is a dappled mare with white forelegs.&nbsp; Triumphant is a roan coloured beauty that dances from side to side, skittishly as her rider guides her into the starting box, while Kingfisher is a coal black stallion with a white star on his forehead.&nbsp; To Miriah's eye, each of the horses looked quite powerful, but Uthgart seemed perhaps a little too big for a race horse, and Triumphant was clearly nervous.&quot;So, is Uthgart your choice?&quot; Etan asks curiously.&nbsp; &quot;I 'ave a few coppers on Frostmane, myself.&quot;~ Forge&quot;Then why didn't you just say this in the first place?&quot;&nbsp; Delamara snatched the note from Forge's hands and gave it a quick, cursory glance. &quot;It would have to be this, wouldn't it?&quot; he growled to no one in particular.&nbsp; &quot;I have it well stocked at most times, but suddenly it is quite popular...&quot;&nbsp; Grumbling, he moved to the rack and selected a stoppered vial.&nbsp; &quot;Take this down to Murmal's apocathery in Coventry.&nbsp; Tell him quite clearly that you'll want willow root and anther, and that it's a request from me.&nbsp; Add it to this concoction and there you will have the potion.&nbsp; Do you understand?&quot;&nbsp; He pushed the vial into the young dwarf's hands without waiting for an answer, and was moving back to his desk.~ FroudBefore the young gnome knew it, the rumbling of his stomach told him it was time to take a break.&nbsp; He and Poe made their way down to the Hatted Badger and ordered up a pie and some beer to celebrate Froud's recent good fortunes.&quot;So I've heard you twacked down the murderer, you and your woommate,&quot; Poe stated, as he bit into a warm slice of blueberry pie.&nbsp; &quot;That musta been excitin'?&nbsp; Weren't you scaid?&nbsp; Afta all, he killed half a dozen people these past few weeks.&quot;</blockquote>

[QUOTE="loxmyth, post: 1403922, member: 1255"] [b]~ Miriah[/b] As Miriah utters her preference, a great trumpetted fanfare arises from a balcony above their seats and the horses trot out onto the field, each ridden by a lean jockey. Excited to see the creatures, the audience let's out a cacophony of cheers. "Well," begins Ain, and he points out the animals in turn. The large chestnut brown one with the wild black mane is Uthgart; the lean grey one with the braided white mane is Winddancer; Frostmane is a dappled mare with white forelegs. Triumphant is a roan coloured beauty that dances from side to side, skittishly as her rider guides her into the starting box, while Kingfisher is a coal black stallion with a white star on his forehead. To Miriah's eye, each of the horses looked quite powerful, but Uthgart seemed perhaps a little too big for a race horse, and Triumphant was clearly nervous. "So, is Uthgart your choice?" Etan asks curiously. "I 'ave a few coppers on Frostmane, myself." [b]~ Forge[/b] "Then why didn't you just say this in the first place?" Delamara snatched the note from Forge's hands and gave it a quick, cursory glance. "It would have to be this, wouldn't it?" he growled to no one in particular. "I have it well stocked at most times, but suddenly it is quite popular..." Grumbling, he moved to the rack and selected a stoppered vial. "Take this down to Murmal's apocathery in Coventry. Tell him quite clearly that you'll want willow root and anther, and that it's a request from me. Add it to this concoction and there you will have the potion. Do you understand?" He pushed the vial into the young dwarf's hands without waiting for an answer, and was moving back to his desk. [b]~ Froud[/b] Before the young gnome knew it, the rumbling of his stomach told him it was time to take a break. He and Poe made their way down to the Hatted Badger and ordered up a pie and some beer to celebrate Froud's recent good fortunes. "So I've heard you twacked down the murderer, you and your woommate," Poe stated, as he bit into a warm slice of blueberry pie. "That musta been excitin'? Weren't you scaid? Afta all, he killed half a dozen people these past few weeks." [/QUOTE]

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