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<blockquote data-quote="jkason" data-source="post: 5729894" data-attributes="member: 2710">The look of respect for the strength of Elenka's slap is but the briefest of moments&nbsp; before he falls into the charade. His face turns a red to mask the mark of the summoner's hand as he throws his mug of ale against the near wall. &quot;Ungrateful, the whole lot of you!&quot; he bellows. &quot;You don't want my help, get the hells out of my town if you know what's best for you!&quot; he bellows. And despite the sound-baffling of the table, stares from others in the hall make it clear they've heard this, at least. Whether she's fully aware of what's happening or not, Genevieve appears with a look of exhausted frustration. &quot;Really, Inar? What did you say to this one?&quot; she starts, hands on her hips. &quot;Me? It's not my fault there's another batch of crazy folk got themselves all ready to bow down to that...&quot;Inar's voice, falling below a yell, is quickly lost. Between the returning rabble of a crowd apparently used to this kind of thing and the special acoustics of his table, by the time the party is but a table away, you can only guess at the apparently angry exchange between Inar and Genevieve before the serving woman throws a rag at him, points to the mess of ale on the wall, and storms off, herself.</blockquote>

[QUOTE="jkason, post: 5729894, member: 2710"] The look of respect for the strength of Elenka's slap is but the briefest of moments before he falls into the charade. His face turns a red to mask the mark of the summoner's hand as he throws his mug of ale against the near wall. [color=sandybrown]"Ungrateful, the whole lot of you!"[/color] he bellows. [color=sandybrown]"You don't want my help, get the hells out of my town if you know what's best for you!"[/color] he bellows. And despite the sound-baffling of the table, stares from others in the hall make it clear they've heard this, at least. Whether she's fully aware of what's happening or not, Genevieve appears with a look of exhausted frustration. [color=yellow]"Really, Inar? What did you say to this one?"[/color] she starts, hands on her hips. [color=sandybrown]"Me? It's not my fault there's another batch of crazy folk got themselves all ready to bow down to that..."[/color] Inar's voice, falling below a yell, is quickly lost. Between the returning rabble of a crowd apparently used to this kind of thing and the special acoustics of his table, by the time the party is but a table away, you can only guess at the apparently angry exchange between Inar and Genevieve before the serving woman throws a rag at him, points to the mess of ale on the wall, and storms off, herself. [/QUOTE]

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