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<blockquote data-quote="Ralts Bloodthorne" data-source="post: 6287012" data-attributes="member: 6390">SmytheWalking down the street Smythe spots another of his servants standing next to a door of a stone and wood building that looks as if it might have been one of the early buildings of the pirate port. There are a pair of large twisted horns atop the doorway, which is wide open.&quot;Armor or ale? Both prepared.&quot; The servant says, looking down but smiling widely. &quot;Caught chickens. Egg breakfast. Trabith very fast, catch before others.&quot;Inside the building it is obvious that it was once a lodge type, perhaps even a fest-hall. Unfamiliar antlers and skins adorn the walls, mugs are hung behind a bar that one of the slaves is polishing while smiling behind. Smythe's leather, studded with strips of metal to possibly stop musket balls, cannon shrapnel, or blades, is well cleaned and laying on the bar. The notched belts at the upper arms and thighs on the armor, used to slide over a wound and compress it or tie off a severed limb, are laid out with the buckles gleaming.One of the marines whistles at the fact that Smythe has taken the building for himself, as well as the high quality dresses on his slaves, their jewelry, and their smiling faces.&quot;Welcome home, Scout Captain Smythe.&quot; Three of the Lagoo women, sitting on a table in front of the fire, call out in unison, smiling and waving.</blockquote>

[QUOTE="Ralts Bloodthorne, post: 6287012, member: 6390"] [COLOR=#ff0000][B]Smythe[/B][/COLOR] Walking down the street Smythe spots another of his servants standing next to a door of a stone and wood building that looks as if it might have been one of the early buildings of the pirate port. There are a pair of large twisted horns atop the doorway, which is wide open. "Armor or ale? Both prepared." The servant says, looking down but smiling widely. "Caught chickens. Egg breakfast. Trabith very fast, catch before others." Inside the building it is obvious that it was once a lodge type, perhaps even a fest-hall. Unfamiliar antlers and skins adorn the walls, mugs are hung behind a bar that one of the slaves is polishing while smiling behind. Smythe's leather, studded with strips of metal to possibly stop musket balls, cannon shrapnel, or blades, is well cleaned and laying on the bar. The notched belts at the upper arms and thighs on the armor, used to slide over a wound and compress it or tie off a severed limb, are laid out with the buckles gleaming. One of the marines whistles at the fact that Smythe has taken the building for himself, as well as the high quality dresses on his slaves, their jewelry, and their smiling faces. "Welcome home, Scout Captain Smythe." Three of the Lagoo women, sitting on a table in front of the fire, call out in unison, smiling and waving. [/QUOTE]

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