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<blockquote data-quote="Qik" data-source="post: 5767638" data-attributes="member: 6673727">Milo's expression turns thoughtful.&nbsp; &quot;Nothing too exciting - well, at least, hopefully not,&quot; adds the man with a chuckle. &quot;I simply need an escort to a meeting I have tomorrow with some high ranking members of the White Cloaks.&nbsp; I hadn't really planned on taking such...&quot; - he explains, searching for the right word - &quot;melodramatic measures.&nbsp; But,&quot; he adds, pursing his lips, &quot;after today's events, it seems the prudent choice.&quot;&nbsp; With this last sentence, Milo gazes at his sleeping wife, the message clear that it's not just his own safety that he's concerned about, but the welfare of his sickly wife, at the very least, as well.After a moment, Milo rises from his chair silently and moves a few steps into the kitchen area.&nbsp; Crouching down to open one of the lower cabinets, he fiddles through a stack of pots before emerging with a small sack.&nbsp; Returning to his seat, he peeks at the bag's contents before sighing slightly, and then passing the bag along to Fury.&nbsp; &quot;Your fee,&quot; he explains. &quot;25 coins.&nbsp; I'm sure it's not on the level that you're used to, but...&quot; Milo trails off, clearly too proud to single out the obvious economy of means which restricts his ability to offer a fairer price.</blockquote>

[QUOTE="Qik, post: 5767638, member: 6673727"] Milo's expression turns thoughtful. [COLOR=MediumTurquoise]"Nothing too exciting - well, at least, hopefully not," [/COLOR]adds the man with a chuckle. [COLOR=MediumTurquoise] "I simply need an escort to a meeting I have tomorrow with some high ranking members of the White Cloaks. I hadn't really planned on taking such..." [/COLOR]- he explains, searching for the right word -[COLOR=MediumTurquoise] "melodramatic measures. But,"[/COLOR] he adds, pursing his lips, [COLOR=MediumTurquoise]"after today's events, it seems the prudent choice."[/COLOR] With this last sentence, Milo gazes at his sleeping wife, the message clear that it's not just his own safety that he's concerned about, but the welfare of his sickly wife, at the very least, as well. After a moment, Milo rises from his chair silently and moves a few steps into the kitchen area. Crouching down to open one of the lower cabinets, he fiddles through a stack of pots before emerging with a small sack. Returning to his seat, he peeks at the bag's contents before sighing slightly, and then passing the bag along to Fury. [COLOR=MediumTurquoise]"Your fee," [/COLOR]he explains. [COLOR=MediumTurquoise] "25 coins. I'm sure it's not on the level that you're used to, but..."[/COLOR] Milo trails off, clearly too proud to single out the obvious economy of means which restricts his ability to offer a fairer price. [/QUOTE]

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