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<blockquote data-quote="Thomas Hobbes" data-source="post: 1354639" data-attributes="member: 8623">&quot;That's good to know,&quot; a refined male voice returns conversationally.&nbsp; &quot;Did you hear that, Geoff?&nbsp; They're not going to hurt us.&quot;&nbsp; A tall and thin young man enters with a flourish, his black leather coat streamed with rain and his black hair plastered to his head.&nbsp; He roots around in his coat for a moment, leaning casually against a wall, and comes out with a small container of tobacco and a scrap of parchment.&nbsp; Applying one to the other, he eventually ends up with a cigarette, and the little flash of a tindertwig reflects briefly off of his eyes.As he does so, a dull looking fellow follows, leading a well-bread riding horse and a decidedly less well-bread mule.&nbsp; He's dressed in common clothing and says nothing as he begins tying up the animals.&quot;So,&quot; says the man conversationally.&nbsp; &quot;How are you doing this fine morning?&nbsp; As the great Djinn Emerti once said, I'm betting none of you speak Ignan.&quot;&nbsp; The last is in a language that seems to consists of crackling and hissing sounds, as if to imitate the fire burning nearby.</blockquote>

[QUOTE="Thomas Hobbes, post: 1354639, member: 8623"] "That's good to know," a refined male voice returns conversationally. "Did you hear that, Geoff? They're not going to hurt us." A tall and thin young man enters with a flourish, his black leather coat streamed with rain and his black hair plastered to his head. He roots around in his coat for a moment, leaning casually against a wall, and comes out with a small container of tobacco and a scrap of parchment. Applying one to the other, he eventually ends up with a cigarette, and the little flash of a tindertwig reflects briefly off of his eyes. As he does so, a dull looking fellow follows, leading a well-bread riding horse and a decidedly less well-bread mule. He's dressed in common clothing and says nothing as he begins tying up the animals. "So," says the man conversationally. "How are you doing this fine morning? As the great Djinn Emerti once said, [COLOR=DarkRed] [i]I'm betting none of you speak Ignan."[/i][/COLOR] The last is in a language that seems to consists of crackling and hissing sounds, as if to imitate the fire burning nearby. [/QUOTE]

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