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Message: <blockquote data-quote="ethandrew" data-source="post: 3852362" data-attributes="member: 17456">Keefe shrugs nonchalantly, "While that is all well and good, they, like men, are mortal, and all must die. Plus I still think she could fly. Don't see why we should give her a horse."He turns to addresses the horsemaster. Looking him up and down, Keefe sighs to himself. "Okay. Obviously you know who I am. If you don't, once I leave ask around, they'll tell you. Then you can live with the fact that you did business with me and my family at a price I will be happy over. Or you will have to deal with the fact that if your price is bad that no one in my family will ever buy a horse from you again, nor will anyone from this town. That is not a threat, it is a fact. I am not being callous, merely honest."We are in need of a horse. Obviously, you are the only one around. I could obviously use one of my family's, but I most of ours are being used for the war. Needless to say, the rider is an angel. Know what I mean by that? I mean wings, holy warrior, hates all things not good and pure, big complainer. So a bad horse and a bad price leaves you with an angry angel who has so much pent up rage and aggression from years of being stifflingly nice. Which in turn makes me angry. Which in turn comes back to you."So. We need a horse. Something fast and light, but strong. What do you have?"[sblock=Skills]Bluff +17, Diplomacy +12[/sblock]</blockquote>