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<blockquote data-quote="mythago" data-source="post: 1109229" data-attributes="member: 3019">And of course, the famous third-person voiceover....I was sitting in my office, finishing off a glass of Elebrim's cheapest ale, when she walked in. A blonde girl, tall and cool as a potion of fire resistance, wrapped in slinky chainmail and carrying a smart little handbag of holding. Her stylish hat radiated magic, but I didn't have the time to read its dweomer before she dropped a pouch on my desk. Whatever was inside rang like platinum. I may not have Alertness but I know the sound of money.&quot;Are you Mjarlogh?&quot; she asked.&quot;That's my name on the door, doll. You don't read High Elven?&quot; From the look she gave me, I got that she'd been reading High Elven since before she had curves.She glanced disdainfully around my office, taking in the crumpled piles of scrolls scattered over my desk, the faded and patched cloak of elvenkind on the hatstand, the sideboard with a plate of half-eaten iron rations. &quot;Are you sure you're a detective? I've seen orc lairs kept up better than this.&quot;....</blockquote>

[QUOTE="mythago, post: 1109229, member: 3019"] And of course, the famous third-person voiceover.... I was sitting in my office, finishing off a glass of Elebrim's cheapest ale, when she walked in. A blonde girl, tall and cool as a [I]potion of fire resistance[/i], wrapped in slinky chainmail and carrying a smart little [i]handbag of holding[/i]. Her stylish hat radiated magic, but I didn't have the time to read its dweomer before she dropped a pouch on my desk. Whatever was inside rang like platinum. I may not have [i]Alertness[/i] but I know the sound of money. "Are you Mjarlogh?" she asked. "That's my name on the door, doll. You don't read High Elven?" From the look she gave me, I got that she'd been reading High Elven since before she had curves. She glanced disdainfully around my office, taking in the crumpled piles of scrolls scattered over my desk, the faded and patched [i]cloak of elvenkind[/i] on the hatstand, the sideboard with a plate of half-eaten iron rations. "Are you sure you're a detective? I've seen orc lairs kept up better than this." .... [/QUOTE]

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