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<blockquote data-quote="GnomeWorks" data-source="post: 1679633" data-attributes="member: 162">SyldThranos' eyebrow raises slightly, and he takes a sidelong glance at Grakyl, who shrugs.&quot;How far?&quot; Thranos asks, looking more fully at the gremlin.&quot;Three hundred miles or so.&quot; The gremlin replies after a small pause.&nbsp; His mouth is full of small, pointed teeth, and his voice is high-pitched and somewhat unpleasant.Thranos nods, then looks to you. &quot;Well, I-&quot; He cuts himself off, and looks to the gremlin once more. &quot;What're th' rates we put up 'round here?&quot;&quot;Twelve.&quot; Grakyl says, nodding.&quot;Right.&quot; Thranos looks to you once again. &quot;So that'd be somethin' along th' lines of...&quot; The dwarf strokes his beard, and his eyebrows furrow in concentration. &quot;Thirty-six hunnerd.&quot; He looks to Grakyl. &quot;Dock?&quot;The gremlin shakes his head.&quot;Forty-one hunnerd, then.&quot; The dwarf nods to himself, stroking his beard for a moment. &quot;Round-trip, I'd guess.&quot; He looks to you. &quot;I'll cut ya deal an' say forty-one hunnerd fer service from here ta th' Lost Isle, an' back.&nbsp; Guaranteed ya won't find nicer rates with 'at rabble.&quot; He makes a shooing motion with his foot at the other gathered pilots.</blockquote>

[QUOTE="GnomeWorks, post: 1679633, member: 162"] [i]Syld[/i] Thranos' eyebrow raises slightly, and he takes a sidelong glance at Grakyl, who shrugs. "How far?" Thranos asks, looking more fully at the gremlin. "Three hundred miles or so." The gremlin replies after a small pause. His mouth is full of small, pointed teeth, and his voice is high-pitched and somewhat unpleasant. Thranos nods, then looks to you. "Well, I-" He cuts himself off, and looks to the gremlin once more. "What're th' rates we put up 'round here?" "Twelve." Grakyl says, nodding. "Right." Thranos looks to you once again. "So that'd be somethin' along th' lines of..." The dwarf strokes his beard, and his eyebrows furrow in concentration. "Thirty-six hunnerd." He looks to Grakyl. "Dock?" The gremlin shakes his head. "Forty-one hunnerd, then." The dwarf nods to himself, stroking his beard for a moment. "Round-trip, I'd guess." He looks to you. "I'll cut ya deal an' say forty-one hunnerd fer service from here ta th' Lost Isle, an' back. Guaranteed ya won't find nicer rates with 'at rabble." He makes a shooing motion with his foot at the other gathered pilots. [/QUOTE]

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