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<blockquote data-quote="gambler1650" data-source="post: 5664849" data-attributes="member: 11033">Conversation 8: BoscoTwo of the girls - the other two humans - roll their eyes at each other, while the elf smiles quietly to herself, before glancing back into the store.&nbsp; The girl that Bosco has focused on flushes slightly, &quot;Um, nothing much...&quot; Her hand however, likely unconsciously,&nbsp; flutters briefly towards a dress in the shop.&nbsp; Given the cut of the dress, it appears rather expensive.&nbsp; She casts a somewhat nervous glance at her friends, likely weighing how much future teasing will result from continued conversation with the halfling.&nbsp; The tall blonde catches her eye and says, &quot;Elia.&nbsp; Come ON.&nbsp; We're late.&quot;A pair of older halfling men - both with calloused hands - are talking about the mine.&nbsp; One spits on the ground, drawing a grimace from the tall blonde.&nbsp; The red haired halfling is one that Bosco knows as a friend of one of his uncles.&nbsp; His name is Gartelo and he helps to haul the rock from the mines in the nearby hills.&nbsp; &quot;Yeah.&nbsp; Some of the other guys went a little way into the new tunnels, but they branch out so much that they didn't feel safe exploring them much.&nbsp; At least nothing's come out of them yet!&quot;</blockquote>

[QUOTE="gambler1650, post: 5664849, member: 11033"] Conversation 8: Bosco Two of the girls - the other two humans - roll their eyes at each other, while the elf smiles quietly to herself, before glancing back into the store. The girl that Bosco has focused on flushes slightly, "Um, nothing much..." Her hand however, likely unconsciously, flutters briefly towards a dress in the shop. Given the cut of the dress, it appears rather expensive. She casts a somewhat nervous glance at her friends, likely weighing how much future teasing will result from continued conversation with the halfling. The tall blonde catches her eye and says, "Elia. Come ON. We're late." A pair of older halfling men - both with calloused hands - are talking about the mine. One spits on the ground, drawing a grimace from the tall blonde. The red haired halfling is one that Bosco knows as a friend of one of his uncles. His name is Gartelo and he helps to haul the rock from the mines in the nearby hills. "Yeah. Some of the other guys went a little way into the new tunnels, but they branch out so much that they didn't feel safe exploring them much. At least nothing's come out of them yet!" [/QUOTE]

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