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<blockquote data-quote="Phoenix" data-source="post: 2356614" data-attributes="member: 16166">&quot;I'm tellin' ya Baaky me ol' pal, you is jus' too careful thes' days.&nbsp; You is jus' not yerself y'know?&nbsp; This is an offa of a lifetime y'see?&quot;In the back streets of the Apartments* Ba'aktar rested comfortably in the back stalls of a Chian'lo** house, sipping gingerly the bitter tasting drink and looking across at the heavily scarred man who was intent on convinceing him to commit suicide.Yu'olan was an ex-city guard, once working over in Dionysian for the silver merchants, but those days were long past.&nbsp; Now he spent most of his days in his battered banded mail for other reasons, for other coins.&nbsp; Ba'aktar had taken a few easy jobs with the man before, he was fair, but sometimes bit off more than he could chew.&nbsp; Breaking a Gzanite in half and throwing the smaller piece to Ba'aktar, Yu'olan spins a single gold coin in front of him.&quot;Y'see, mos' people think a gold crown is a gold crown, be me an you, we knows betta.&quot;&nbsp; He lets the coin finish spinning, then flicks it across the table towards the half-orc.&quot;That coin does say it was minted a hunnerd years ago.&nbsp; A hunnerd years!&nbsp; But it is in mint condition, no olda then the day it waz born.&nbsp; Imagin' wha' kin' of money that'll bring in tha right place, eh?&quot;&quot;All we hav' to do iz walk into the place where they all iz and grab 'em.&nbsp; Sure, it's guarded pretty heavily, but thas why I came ta you big fella!&nbsp; Whaddya say?&quot;</blockquote>

[QUOTE="Phoenix, post: 2356614, member: 16166"] "I'm tellin' ya Baaky me ol' pal, you is jus' too careful thes' days. You is jus' not yerself y'know? This is an offa of a lifetime y'see?" In the back streets of the Apartments* Ba'aktar rested comfortably in the back stalls of a Chian'lo** house, sipping gingerly the bitter tasting drink and looking across at the heavily scarred man who was intent on convinceing him to commit suicide. Yu'olan was an ex-city guard, once working over in Dionysian for the silver merchants, but those days were long past. Now he spent most of his days in his battered banded mail for other reasons, for other coins. Ba'aktar had taken a few easy jobs with the man before, he was fair, but sometimes bit off more than he could chew. Breaking a Gzanite in half and throwing the smaller piece to Ba'aktar, Yu'olan spins a single gold coin in front of him. "Y'see, mos' people think a gold crown is a gold crown, be me an you, we knows betta." He lets the coin finish spinning, then flicks it across the table towards the half-orc. "That coin does say it was minted a hunnerd years ago. A hunnerd years! But it is in mint condition, no olda then the day it waz born. Imagin' wha' kin' of money that'll bring in tha right place, eh?" "All we hav' to do iz walk into the place where they all iz and grab 'em. Sure, it's guarded pretty heavily, but thas why I came ta you big fella! Whaddya say?" [/QUOTE]

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