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<blockquote data-quote="Swamptreader" data-source="post: 3189898" data-attributes="member: 46355"><a href="http://www.enworld.org/showpost.php?p=3141040&amp;postcount=276" target="_blank">Aazwen Shadewood</a> - L1 Perfectly Normal RangerAt the bait held out by Dez, Aazwen begins to salivate.&nbsp; Not enough to drool, but he's ready to eat plenty of stale bread without complaining.&nbsp; Not that he ever complains about eating stale anything, but the principle is the point here.He makes to reach for the dangling bag, then has it usurped by Valan.&nbsp; This causes Aazwen to pull his hand back and rub the side of his head in an effort not to look like he'd just been beaten to the punch.&quot;Ahh...shinies.&nbsp; I like shinies.&quot;&nbsp; Aazwen takes one very long step, quite nearly a full split as if one foot were nailed to the floor.&nbsp; He strains but manages to just reach one of the piles.&nbsp; He now has his own personal stack of shinies which he proceeds to check, one at a time, with the roundly accepted tooth-test.Once complete, the elf drops each coin, singly, into one of his belt pouches, cocking an ear each time to hear the clink.&nbsp; With one eye narrowed, he says in a salty voice, &quot;Arrrr...them's good shinies, eh?&nbsp; Arrrr.&quot;</blockquote>

[QUOTE="Swamptreader, post: 3189898, member: 46355"] [b][url=http://www.enworld.org/showpost.php?p=3141040&postcount=276][color=#BA6095]Aazwen Shadewood[/color][/url][/b] - [i][color=#B760BA]L1 Perfectly Normal Ranger[/color][/i] At the bait held out by Dez, Aazwen begins to salivate. Not enough to drool, but he's ready to eat plenty of stale bread without complaining. Not that he ever complains about eating stale anything, but the principle is the point here. He makes to reach for the dangling bag, then has it usurped by Valan. This causes Aazwen to pull his hand back and rub the side of his head in an effort not to look like he'd just been beaten to the punch. "[color=#b4f0f2]Ahh...shinies. I like shinies.[/color]" Aazwen takes one very long step, quite nearly a full split as if one foot were nailed to the floor. He strains but manages to [i]just[/i] reach one of the piles. He now has his own personal stack of shinies which he proceeds to check, one at a time, with the roundly accepted tooth-test. Once complete, the elf drops each coin, singly, into one of his belt pouches, cocking an ear each time to hear the clink. With one eye narrowed, he says in a salty voice, "[color=#b4f0f2]Arrrr...them's [i]good[/i] shinies, eh? Arrrr.[/color]" [/QUOTE]

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