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<blockquote data-quote="Lanefan" data-source="post: 7154393" data-attributes="member: 29398">As he rode along, Cholmondley's not-so-brainy brain was trying its best to think over a problem of morals and was as usual getting nearly nowhere.&nbsp; You see, he still had Knife's knife and felt honour-bound to give it back to her now that he had finally found her...or what was left of her.&nbsp; But she had refused to take it, yet it didn't truly belong to Cholmondley either; and so what was a noble Cavalier to do?&nbsp; A ponderous problem, this.Also, somewhere along here he had finally realized he'd come away from that night at the Frolicking Frog down a few weapons, and had no idea where they had gone.&nbsp; He hoped they were still at the tavern, safe in a lost-and-found box somewhere, but even his limited mind knew quite well that this was unlikely at best.Flora, on the other hand, had become rather smitten with the dashing knight; and was busily trying to think about what it would take to lure him back to her lair for an orgy of treasure-counting and rolling in gold pieces...but first, this living dead person needed to be dropped off somewhere, probably at this tavern they kept talking about.And so this strange little band rode on undisturbed, until about a mile from the tavern when out of the woods came charging..........Cavalier (Cholmondley) - heavy armour, empty scabbards, and a bloodstained knifeCommoner (Knife, ex-Assassin) - nothing, including mass or weightDragon (Flora) - a white palfreyHorse (Harrington) - saddle, tack, and harness...and Cholmondley in said saddleMule (Barnaby) - nothing...and a weightless Knife</blockquote>

[QUOTE="Lanefan, post: 7154393, member: 29398"] As he rode along, Cholmondley's not-so-brainy brain was trying its best to think over a problem of morals and was as usual getting nearly nowhere. You see, he still had Knife's knife and felt honour-bound to give it back to her now that he had finally found her...or what was left of her. But she had refused to take it, yet it didn't truly belong to Cholmondley either; and so what was a noble Cavalier to do? A ponderous problem, this. Also, somewhere along here he had finally realized he'd come away from that night at the [I]Frolicking Frog[/I] down a few weapons, and had no idea where they had gone. He hoped they were still at the tavern, safe in a lost-and-found box somewhere, but even his limited mind knew quite well that this was unlikely at best. Flora, on the other hand, had become rather smitten with the dashing knight; and was busily trying to think about what it would take to lure him back to her lair for an orgy of treasure-counting and rolling in gold pieces...but first, this living dead person needed to be dropped off somewhere, probably at this tavern they kept talking about. And so this strange little band rode on undisturbed, until about a mile from the tavern when out of the woods came charging.......... [COLOR="#FF8C00"]Cavalier[/COLOR] (Cholmondley) - heavy armour, empty scabbards, and a bloodstained knife [COLOR="#FF8C00"]Commoner[/COLOR] (Knife, ex-Assassin) - nothing, including mass or weight [COLOR="#FF8C00"]Dragon[/COLOR] (Flora) - a white palfrey [COLOR="#FF8C00"]Horse[/COLOR] (Harrington) - saddle, tack, and harness...and Cholmondley in said saddle [COLOR="#FF8C00"]Mule[/COLOR] (Barnaby) - nothing...and a weightless Knife [/QUOTE]

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