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Life.. death. Its all the same to me Draven. *shrugs and slowly slides back wincing a little to her drink. She then looks at Rathil* Elves are nothing but pompus prisses who dont get what they deserive. High and mighty pricks. *takes another drink*
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because if i couldnt drag her out for insulting my race last evening you have to be nice,, *turns twards draven* it wasnt really an insult to your race as it was an insult twards the - thing i made the comment to. |
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Barbus is a decent - dark - thing. I'll have to ask him about that later. . .
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*Has Sitka bring her another strong drink and looks at Rathil* So who is this... thing that died and you put a pole up for.
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*Finishes her ale and closes ehr eyes*
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Speaking of the devil *sips her ale* Can always tie people to the thing pole mr hil. I suppose you could but I couldn't imagine why you would want too. That seems rather Barbaric Depends what you want to do to them when your done tieing them to it. Besides... your the one who wanted the pole. |
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Speaking of the devil *sips her ale* Can always tie people to the thing pole mr hil.
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*Looks over at Rathil as she slowly moves biting the inside of her lip and slides bck onto her stool*
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*looks at the droplette* would love to see her try to claim it. *slowly slides off the bar and wipes it up with a clean dry part of her cloak.*
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Never said I was one of your kind Draven. *sips her ale* Im not part of anyones kind and thats enough for me. *Looks at him her lavender eyes flash blue for a second* Such is life in this world. *a drop of blood falls from her dark blue cloak onto the floor as she moves her cloak aro und her more*
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Pain is for the weak Draven. You know that better than most.
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Im not limping nor am i jumping and I sure dont see any blind men around here draven. *Takes her drink and flips a coin onto the bar*
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Im not limping nor am i jumping and I sure dont see any blind men around here draven. *Takes her drink and flips a coin onto the bar*
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What makes you think it was a person or anything at all. *slowly sits wincing in pain and orders their strongest beverage*
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I'll remember that.. *tiptoes over to the bar*
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For the esquisit company.
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*Leans against the wall with her hands behind her back* who's to say they aren't.
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*Head falls twards Dravens direction* no one.
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*Comes back inside and looks around looking on edge*
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Misery loves company. *finishes her drink* I on the other hand do not. *heads upstairs* ((Be back shortly i need to run to a friends))
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