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<blockquote data-quote="Thomas Hobbes" data-source="post: 508991" data-attributes="member: 8623">Abesh enters the simple house, surveys it, smiles broadly, and turns back to Thomas.&nbsp; &quot;Nice place.&quot;&nbsp; He looks for a place to sit down and does so.&quot;About me... well, for starters, I've got funny ears,&quot; he says, pushing up his brown hair so his pointed ears can be seen.&nbsp; &quot;I hope you don't have a problem- some people do, is all.&quot;&quot;Don't worry about 'em,&quot;&nbsp; advises Thomas.&nbsp; Abesh grins more broadly in return.&quot;So I've always said.&nbsp; Who cares if m' mother and some elf visited blessed Aphrodite one night while my pa was out of town?&nbsp; But I digress.&quot;&nbsp; He taps the side of his thigh in a complex drum pattern.&nbsp; &quot;You know about the war, you said as much.&nbsp; Ukko-damned Kelts.&nbsp; Candara is, if you ask me, the best damn place on the continent- nowhere else is a man (or, er, half-elf) free to do whatever he damn well pleases as long as it doesn't step on someone else's toes.&quot;&nbsp; He pauses for a moment.&nbsp; &quot;The Kelts spit on that.&nbsp; But if y'don't mind me sayin', boss- can I call you boss?- you spit on the likes of the Kelts.&nbsp; I've heard stories about you, around the campfire as I went with my dad around the country with trade goods- killer of bandits!&nbsp; Freer of slaves!&quot;&nbsp; His eyes glow.&nbsp; &quot;Well, thinks I, if there's a man who'd know how to stick it to the Kelts, it's Thomas Reaver!&quot;</blockquote>

[QUOTE="Thomas Hobbes, post: 508991, member: 8623"] Abesh enters the simple house, surveys it, smiles broadly, and turns back to Thomas. "Nice place." He looks for a place to sit down and does so. "About me... well, for starters, I've got funny ears," he says, pushing up his brown hair so his pointed ears can be seen. "I hope you don't have a problem- some people do, is all." "Don't worry about 'em," advises Thomas. Abesh grins more broadly in return. "So I've always said. Who cares if m' mother and some elf visited blessed Aphrodite one night while my pa was out of town? But I digress." He taps the side of his thigh in a complex drum pattern. "You know about the war, you said as much. Ukko-damned Kelts. Candara is, if you ask [i]me[/i], the best damn place on the continent- nowhere else is a man (or, er, half-elf) free to do whatever he damn well pleases as long as it doesn't step on someone else's toes." He pauses for a moment. "The Kelts spit on that. But if y'don't mind me sayin', boss- can I call you boss?- [i]you[/i] spit on the likes of the Kelts. I've heard stories about you, around the campfire as I went with my dad around the country with trade goods- killer of bandits! Freer of slaves!" His eyes glow. "Well, thinks I, if there's a man who'd know how to stick it to the Kelts, it's Thomas Reaver!" [/QUOTE]

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