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Message: <blockquote data-quote="Dawn Raven" data-source="post: 4567890" data-attributes="member: 80176">The Gith looks at Cross and can’t help but let out a short giggle. Really? I think you just hang out with the wrong people. A gaunt and stretched smile spreads across thin lips as Les looks at the tiefling’s tail and horns. She motions him to sit back down and takes a long look around the table. There are enough of us at this table to tackle two clients. That really is an issue. However, let’s forget this for a moment and rather exchange tall tales and stories over a few drinks.   Les pauses as she turns away from the table, her mouth open to yell to the barkeep just as Vashik responds. Truly, what is with this rancorous tone you take? I am finding it hard to avoid a polemical conversation. And as for my rhetoric, I much prefer it over your laconic words or any traditionally phlegmatic accumulation of poorly enunciated words. Indeed, I ask nothing of your hubris so ask nothing of my idolatrous attention to vocabulary.”      Two yellow eyes narrow at the wizened magician and a stray braid of silver and black falls over the scar on Les’s cheek. She briefly considers that her impetuous words will in no way affect the implacable individual, but she finds it difficult to care. But then, she was not here to make friends. Les doubted very much that anyone at this table would offer her a helping hand were she to be stuck in any trouble. Who has that sort of kindness for strangers? Images of her days as an oar slave glitter across the horizon of her mind’s eye before being replaced with more recent images of the Barracks and her slow acceptance into Daunton’s culture. The brief pleasure from seeing another exotic figure at the table had been replaced with a mercurial distaste. Perhaps it was simply her own swift mouth that caused such bombastic diatribes, but Les was finding that a halcyon conversation was not quick in approaching.</blockquote>

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