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<blockquote data-quote="Thomas Hobbes" data-source="post: 1338997" data-attributes="member: 8623">Tarim mentally rolls his eyes.&nbsp; For someone who seems awfully eager not to die, you're doing a poor job of it.&nbsp; Hmm.&nbsp; Perhaps he could work this to some small advantage.&quot;Tell me, friend,&quot; he says, stepping forward and speaking in the practiced voice of the heckler from the crowd.&nbsp; &quot;Are you quite certain of the futility of the quest, and of all of our deaths in a year's time?&quot;&nbsp; Assuming he gets the nod, he turns to the crowd.&nbsp; &quot;Well then, I better get busy,&quot; he quips, and turns back to the man, helping him up from the ground.&nbsp; &quot;I'll make you a bet,&quot; says Tarim in a carrying voice.&nbsp; &quot;You will abandon this quest.&nbsp; You will go live a quiet life.&nbsp; Raise camels, maybe.&quot;&nbsp; He looks at his own beast.&nbsp; &quot;I'm sure you deserve each other.&quot;&nbsp; He turns back.&nbsp; &quot;And I will go forth- towards Solaris, into the darklands...&quot; he draws his sword with a flourish, and strikes at the air in front of him, &quot;and into the lairs of foul beasts.&quot;&nbsp; He holds his sword loose at his side.&nbsp; &quot;And in just under twelve months time, we'll meet again here at this spot.&quot;&nbsp; Tarim grins.&nbsp; &quot;And if you are wrong, you will be alive and I will be a like unto a God.&nbsp; You can be my head priest.&quot;&nbsp; He waits for people to laugh at the joke, and then continues.&nbsp; &quot;If you're right, you'll be almost dead and I'll be like unto a God.&nbsp; I'll bless you before you succumb.&quot;&nbsp; He seaths his sword, sticks out his hand, and spits into his palm.&nbsp; &quot;Deal?&quot;</blockquote>

[QUOTE="Thomas Hobbes, post: 1338997, member: 8623"] Tarim mentally rolls his eyes. [i]For someone who seems awfully eager not to die, you're doing a poor job of it.[/i] Hmm. Perhaps he could work this to some small advantage. "Tell me, friend," he says, stepping forward and speaking in the practiced voice of the heckler from the crowd. "Are you quite certain of the futility of the quest, and of all of our deaths in a year's time?" Assuming he gets the nod, he turns to the crowd. "Well then, I better get busy," he quips, and turns back to the man, helping him up from the ground. "I'll make you a bet," says Tarim in a carrying voice. "You will abandon this quest. You will go live a quiet life. Raise camels, maybe." He looks at his own beast. "I'm sure you deserve each other." He turns back. "And I will go forth- towards Solaris, into the darklands..." he draws his sword with a flourish, and strikes at the air in front of him, "and into the lairs of foul beasts." He holds his sword loose at his side. "And in just under twelve months time, we'll meet again here at this spot." Tarim grins. "And if you are wrong, you will be alive and I will be a like unto a God. You can be my head priest." He waits for people to laugh at the joke, and then continues. "If you're right, you'll be almost dead and I'll be like unto a God. I'll bless you before you succumb." He seaths his sword, sticks out his hand, and spits into his palm. "Deal?" [/QUOTE]

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