JustinCase
the magical equivalent to the number zero
Maladiel studies the pamphlet, intrigued. For a moment his memories of being a dirtpoor urchin come back to him; if only he had had a chicken to sell for even half this price, who knows how different his life would've turned out?
He shakes his head, returning to the present. He likes where he is now, with a lot more wealth and priviliges than most. Usually.
"Dinosaurs?" he asks Ozzar teasingly. "Why would you want to go near those things? They're bity, and I'm sure the only one of us to properly ride it would be the gnome here."
With an almost imperceptible wink to the dwarf, Mal turns to Eixek and asks not-too-seriously, "Or do you have any large ones to carry a dwarf with more muscles than sense?"
He shakes his head, returning to the present. He likes where he is now, with a lot more wealth and priviliges than most. Usually.
"Dinosaurs?" he asks Ozzar teasingly. "Why would you want to go near those things? They're bity, and I'm sure the only one of us to properly ride it would be the gnome here."
With an almost imperceptible wink to the dwarf, Mal turns to Eixek and asks not-too-seriously, "Or do you have any large ones to carry a dwarf with more muscles than sense?"
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