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<blockquote data-quote="Unsung" data-source="post: 6570080" data-attributes="member: 6781406">If Fourish had been equipped to bow, or stand up in the presence of a lady, he might have done. As it was, he merely gestures to each of the other players in turn.&quot;Captain Rhada, Of The Harmonium.&quot; This of the broad-shouldered guardsman.&quot;Not a captain any longer, Two. Just a humble Measure Three,&quot; the man smiles and dips his head toward Shard. He has the bladed pauldrons and helmet of the other guards, but what at first looked to be some sort of tabard is simply a loose-fitting tunic of flowing, shimmering material. His eyes are a bright golden hue-- not amber like a cat's, but burnished metallic yellow.&quot;Curwen And Psalter.&quot; The quasit and its slumbering master, or possibly the other way around.&quot;I known a couple humans with rocks in their heads like you, woman. You're alright,&quot; says the small green fiend, something like a cross between a frog and a mouse, with curling horns and a scaly, carbuncled back. &quot;And I Suspect Our Fourth Will Not Be Rejoining Us. I Am Not Sure Whether You Will Think It Very Impudent Of This Unit To Ask, Or Rude That It-- *I*, Have Not Already Done So. Nevertheless. What Should We Call You?&quot;</blockquote>

[QUOTE="Unsung, post: 6570080, member: 6781406"] If Fourish had been equipped to bow, or stand up in the presence of a lady, he might have done. As it was, he merely gestures to each of the other players in turn. "Captain Rhada, Of The Harmonium." This of the broad-shouldered guardsman. "Not a captain any longer, Two. Just a humble Measure Three," the man smiles and dips his head toward Shard. He has the bladed pauldrons and helmet of the other guards, but what at first looked to be some sort of tabard is simply a loose-fitting tunic of flowing, shimmering material. His eyes are a bright golden hue-- not amber like a cat's, but burnished metallic yellow. "Curwen And Psalter." The quasit and its slumbering master, or possibly the other way around. "I known a couple humans with rocks in their heads like you, woman. You're alright," says the small green fiend, something like a cross between a frog and a mouse, with curling horns and a scaly, carbuncled back. "And I Suspect Our Fourth Will Not Be Rejoining Us. I Am Not Sure Whether You Will Think It Very Impudent Of This Unit To Ask, Or Rude That It-- *I*, Have Not Already Done So. Nevertheless. What Should We Call You?" [/QUOTE]

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