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<blockquote data-quote="Sephiroth no Miko" data-source="post: 1689848" data-attributes="member: 4796">*Phaeder wanders over to watch the tail end of the match wrestling after meeting with the caravan masters.*&quot;Now that looks like a bit of fun,&quot; comments Anshul in his head, rather wistfully. &quot;It's been ages since I've wrestled. Sure you don't want to challenge either of them to friendly tussle one of these days?&quot;*Phaeder shoots Anshul an incredulous mental look.* &quot;You have got to be kidding me,&quot; *he murmurs to the ghost. He looks back at the two men grappling on the ground, sweat shining off their bodies.* &quot;...I doubt I'd present much of a challenge.&quot;&quot;Oh, come now, whelp,&quot; chides Anshul. &quot;You're no strapping lad, that's for sure, but I wager you're nowhere as bad as you think. You're certainly in better shape now than when we first met.&quot; Here, his voice turns a bit sly, &quot;But if you're shy, I could always volunteer you....&quot;&quot;No!&quot; *yelps Phaeder, perhaps a little too loudly, causing the people around him to look at him curiously. Modulating his voice down, he repeats in a much lower tone, not much amused.* &quot;No, Anshul. I'd rather you not.&quot;&quot;Suit yourself,&quot; sighs the ghost and he goes back to watching the match, his nostalgia bleeding into Phaeder's awareness.*Phaeder mutters something incomprehensible under his breath about meddlesome spirits and their obvious ploys at manipulation.*</blockquote>

[QUOTE="Sephiroth no Miko, post: 1689848, member: 4796"] *Phaeder wanders over to watch the tail end of the match wrestling after meeting with the caravan masters.* [color=slategray]"Now [i]that[/i] looks like a bit of fun,"[/color] comments Anshul in his head, rather wistfully. [color=slategray]"It's been ages since I've wrestled. Sure you don't want to challenge either of them to friendly tussle one of these days?"[/color] *Phaeder shoots Anshul an incredulous mental look.* [color=silver]"You have [i]got[/i] to be kidding me,"[/color] *he murmurs to the ghost. He looks back at the two men grappling on the ground, sweat shining off their bodies.* [color=silver]"...I doubt I'd present much of a challenge."[/color] [color=slategray]"Oh, come now, whelp,"[/color] chides Anshul. [color=slategray]"You're no strapping lad, that's for sure, but I wager you're nowhere as bad as you think. You're certainly in better shape now than when we first met."[/color] Here, his voice turns a bit sly, [color=slategray]"But if you're shy, [i]I[/i] could always volunteer you...."[/color] [color=silver]"No!"[/color] *yelps Phaeder, perhaps a little too loudly, causing the people around him to look at him curiously. Modulating his voice down, he repeats in a much lower tone, not much amused.* [color=silver]"No, Anshul. I'd rather you [i]not[/i]."[/color] [color=slategray]"Suit yourself,"[/color] sighs the ghost and he goes back to watching the match, his nostalgia bleeding into Phaeder's awareness. *Phaeder mutters something incomprehensible under his breath about meddlesome spirits and their obvious ploys at manipulation.* [/QUOTE]

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