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Message: <blockquote data-quote="Rhialto" data-source="post: 2429935" data-attributes="member: 630">LievLiev cursed his miserable, unjust luck.  What had he done to deserve this?  He'd just been making his living, the usual way, when, two nights ago, he'd heard what sounded like a troop of men marching through the woods.  Suspecting merchants--or even cheap mercenaries--who'd gotten lost, he decided to try the 'burning bush' trick, which usually worked wonders.  Well, it did work on most of the goblins who turned out to be the troop.   Unfortunately Lord Agrid wasn't one of them, and he'd had those--women of his track Liev down and beat the snot out of him.  Since then, he'd been kept at the Goblin's camp--in Agrid's tent, actually--where the Goblin had amused himself by chatting amiably with the young man into the small hours of the night, usually about all sorts of horrible things that Lieve mercifully couldn't quite remember the next day.  Liev was quite worried when today, Icya--the craziest, nastiest of the women, of whom Lord Agrid seemed especially fond--came back with a report that resulted in a rather bruised Nibelung being dragged in and restrained a few hours later.  He didn't know why, but it seemed to put Lord Agrid in a good mood--and Liev had already learned that things that put Lord Agrid in a good mood were generally things that put sane people in a bad mood...</blockquote>