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<blockquote data-quote="Binder Fred" data-source="post: 7273085" data-attributes="member: 63746">The laughter cut off rather abruptly. She didn't say anything, but her look clearly communicated a heartfelt: Wow, clerics really are pricks.&quot;Hm,&quot; mentioned the witch, stil somewhat put off. &quot;For somebody so proud, you know little about a man's pride.&quot; Taking back payment for something you paid for? Her Gill would have had none of that. As the wood-gathereing went on, the old witch just pressed her aged hand against the bole of a giant of its kind, looking up in wonder at the branches shooting up almost parallel to the trunk, at the canopy of dark green leaves, each over a foot in diameter... &quot;I hear they make masts from the stoutest of these, out by the Azure sea...&quot; (Seemingly unoticed - and heroically hanging on till now-,&nbsp; a little black arachnid started crawling up the gnarled wood of her cane...)</blockquote>

[QUOTE="Binder Fred, post: 7273085, member: 63746"] The laughter cut off rather abruptly. She didn't say anything, but her look clearly communicated a heartfelt: [I]Wow, clerics really are pricks.[/I] "Hm," mentioned the witch, stil somewhat put off. "For somebody so proud, you know little about a man's pride." Taking back payment for something you paid for? Her Gill would have had none of that. As the wood-gathereing went on, the old witch just pressed her aged hand against the bole of a giant of its kind, looking up in wonder at the branches shooting up almost parallel to the trunk, at the canopy of dark green leaves, each over a foot in diameter... "I hear they make masts from the stoutest of these, out by the Azure sea..." (Seemingly unoticed - and heroically hanging on till now-, a little black arachnid started crawling up the gnarled wood of her cane...) [/QUOTE]

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