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<blockquote data-quote="Donatello" data-source="post: 383999" data-attributes="member: 987">Everett smirks and looks at Calain, &quot;A sense of humor?&nbsp; That's new for you... I like it.&nbsp; And there's no need for cheek, is there?&nbsp; I *was* dreaming about the lap of luxury, and aparently your friend dropped me head-first into the Nine Hells.&quot;He looks around, surveying the damage, his right hand resting casually on the hilt of his sheathed rapier.&quot;Here's the real question... This is a dream.&nbsp; I understand the whole dream/reality thing, and how sometimes the line blurs... but right now, as far as I can tell, you and I are sleeping soundly off the road in the region somewhat near Waterdeep, the heart of western civilization.&nbsp; Our gear is packed away nicely, but I know for a fact this rapier is under my head, my armor is tucked nicely into my backpack and my mandolin is close at hand.&nbsp; Right now I'm in my typical travelling getup... armor on, swordbelt on, mandolin shoulderslung.&nbsp; So... which are we?&nbsp; Dreaming, or walking through a dream?&quot;He unslings his shield and affixes it to his left arm, anticipating the answer will be a cross between the two.&nbsp; He begins looking around as well, looking for any signs of trouble, searching through his memory for the proper song, melody or tune that will be perfect for the situation, as it presents itself.</blockquote>

[QUOTE="Donatello, post: 383999, member: 987"] Everett smirks and looks at Calain, "A sense of humor? That's new for you... I like it. And there's no need for cheek, is there? I *was* dreaming about the lap of luxury, and aparently your friend dropped me head-first into the Nine Hells." He looks around, surveying the damage, his right hand resting casually on the hilt of his sheathed rapier. "Here's the real question... This is a dream. I understand the whole dream/reality thing, and how sometimes the line blurs... but right now, as far as I can tell, you and I are sleeping soundly off the road in the region somewhat near Waterdeep, the heart of western civilization. Our gear is packed away nicely, but I know for a fact this rapier is under my head, my armor is tucked nicely into my backpack and my mandolin is close at hand. Right now I'm in my typical travelling getup... armor on, swordbelt on, mandolin shoulderslung. So... which are we? Dreaming, or walking through a dream?" He unslings his shield and affixes it to his left arm, anticipating the answer will be a cross between the two. He begins looking around as well, looking for any signs of trouble, searching through his memory for the proper song, melody or tune that will be perfect for the situation, as it presents itself. [/QUOTE]

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