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<blockquote data-quote="Systole" data-source="post: 6400412" data-attributes="member: 93930">&quot;Hur, hur ... 'touchy.'&nbsp; Too right, brother!&quot; King laughs.&nbsp; &quot;An' for your reward ...&quot;&nbsp; He snaps his fingers, and a couple of servant women come out of the far doors, carrying a small chest overflowing with gold and jewels.&nbsp; &quot;Let's see Cato match that, eh?&nbsp; Eh!?&quot;&nbsp; The crowd cheers enthusiastically.When Tyrien asks about future plans, King smiles darkly.&nbsp; &quot;You know, lass, I'm kind of glad that it wasn't Cato what killed the Don.&nbsp; A man like the Don, he was too good to down to a sniveling little pissant like Cato.&nbsp; And what happens next, well ... let's just say that some things are gonna get sorted out around here, proper-like.&nbsp; And soon.&nbsp; Hur, hur, hur.&nbsp; Ain't that right?&nbsp; AIN'T THAT RIGHT!?&quot;&nbsp; The crowd rises to its feet, swords and daggers raised high, cheering.&nbsp; One of the servant women rolls her eyes, and begins walking you and the chest towards the door.&nbsp; &quot;Best just to leave now,&quot; she says, practically having to shout into your ears above the din.&nbsp; &quot;They can go on like this for a half-hour.&quot;<img src="http://i1257.photobucket.com/albums/ii513/pnthffr/King_150.jpg" alt="" class="fr-fic fr-dii fr-draggable " data-size="" style="" /> <img src="http://i1257.photobucket.com/albums/ii513/pnthffr/rahor_150.jpg" alt="" class="fr-fic fr-dii fr-draggable " data-size="" style="" /> <img src="http://i1257.photobucket.com/albums/ii513/pnthffr/BH_150.jpg" alt="" class="fr-fic fr-dii fr-draggable " data-size="" style="" />. . . Reginald King . . . . . . . . Rahor . . . . . . . . . . Blind Harry . . . .</blockquote>

[QUOTE="Systole, post: 6400412, member: 93930"] [COLOR="#8B4513"]"Hur, hur ... 'touchy.' Too right, brother!"[/COLOR] King laughs. [COLOR="#8B4513"]"An' for your reward ..."[/COLOR] He snaps his fingers, and a couple of servant women come out of the far doors, carrying a small chest overflowing with gold and jewels. [COLOR="#8B4513"]"Let's see Cato match that, eh? Eh!?"[/COLOR] The crowd cheers enthusiastically. When Tyrien asks about future plans, King smiles darkly. [COLOR="#8B4513"]"You know, lass, I'm kind of glad that it wasn't Cato what killed the Don. A man like the Don, he was too good to down to a sniveling little pissant like Cato. And what happens next, well ... let's just say that some things are gonna get sorted out around here, proper-like. And soon. Hur, hur, hur. Ain't that right? [B]AIN'T THAT RIGHT!?[/B]"[/COLOR] The crowd rises to its feet, swords and daggers raised high, cheering. One of the servant women rolls her eyes, and begins walking you and the chest towards the door. [COLOR="#696969"]"Best just to leave now,"[/COLOR] she says, practically having to shout into your ears above the din. [COLOR="#696969"]"They can go on like this for a half-hour."[/COLOR] [IMG]http://i1257.photobucket.com/albums/ii513/pnthffr/King_150.jpg[/IMG] [IMG]http://i1257.photobucket.com/albums/ii513/pnthffr/rahor_150.jpg[/IMG] [IMG]http://i1257.photobucket.com/albums/ii513/pnthffr/BH_150.jpg[/IMG] [B]. . . [COLOR="#8B4513"]Reginald King[/COLOR] . . . . . . . . [COLOR=#008080]Rahor [/COLOR]. . . . . . . . . .[COLOR=#ff8c00] Blind Harry[/COLOR] . . . .[/B] [/QUOTE]

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