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Post by walkerwillis on May 24, 2017 23:57:41 GMT
Walker nods. "Ill break my fingers trying to get to my coins to be invested in the circle." He grins at his own joke, thinking of the visual.
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Post by Griff the Smith on May 25, 2017 0:39:27 GMT
.....your not funny. Leave tbe jokes to me.
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Post by sahan on May 25, 2017 3:19:07 GMT
A Familiar looking mystic wood elf begins walking into the town. In his hands he is carrying a map and a shield emblazoned with the crest of a silver dragon. He looks at the construction going on and then looks back to his map and sighs dejectedly. He stows the map in a pouch around his waist lazily before walking in.
As this point the fact that he is armed becomes readily apparent by the two longsword tucked into his belt however he also seems to have the glow of magic at the ready in the hand carrying the shield. He seems to be looking around more confused than anything at this point. He seems to pull out another parchement from the large mail carrier bag hanging off his shoulder and then tucking it back in before seemingly surveying the area.
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Post by Griff the Smith on May 25, 2017 3:35:04 GMT
Griff sees the elf. Greetings friend. Can I help you with something?
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Post by sahan on May 25, 2017 3:39:15 GMT
The Mystic seems to size griff up for a moment, looking up and down at him before saying in an almost dissapoint tone:
"I dont suppose you know where the tavern is here, if there is one?"
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Post by walkerwillis on May 25, 2017 3:39:27 GMT
Walker walks up with griff, but since griff initiated the conversation, walker stands as backup. Walker rests his hand lazely on his sword hilt, but an experienced fighter can probably see that it is at the ready. The look of recognition hits walkers face like a sack of bricks.
Walker smiles, but says nothing
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Post by Griff the Smith on May 25, 2017 3:42:53 GMT
Sorry friebd, taverns been in stables since ivy left. I got some barbarian ale here i woukd be willing to part with.
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Post by walkerwillis on May 25, 2017 3:47:15 GMT
"Its second on our list to repair and upgrade, just behind the gate and walls." Walker says when he finally gets controle of his face.
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Post by sahan on May 25, 2017 3:48:27 GMT
The mystic sighs and shrugs his shoulders.
"oh well i suppose I cant really do anything about that yet....Thanks."
The mystic continues on his way past without another word in search of what looks like stables.
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Post by Griff the Smith on May 25, 2017 3:56:25 GMT
Good luck to yoy friend! Back to wirk. Grab those boards sheriff
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Post by walkerwillis on May 25, 2017 4:08:36 GMT
"Actually..." walker says after a moment "i think im going to join him for a drink. I dont think he is trouble or anything, but he is here for a reason. You dont mind, do you?"
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Post by Griff the Smith on May 25, 2017 4:11:04 GMT
Ahh so when works to be done, then you wabt to leave.
Griff smiles abd waves him away. Go do your job. You were slowing me down anyways.
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Post by walkerwillis on May 25, 2017 4:16:02 GMT
Walker grins at griffs mannerisms. Despite being gruff, he is starting to like the barb. Walker nods and follows the visiting woodelf into the tavern.
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Post by Griff the Smith on May 28, 2017 19:08:38 GMT
Griff continues to place the boards and starting to place a foundation. He begins to sing a song...badly off key about the fury of the war dogs and possibly the tales of great ales.
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Post by shivera on Jun 7, 2017 17:10:34 GMT
Shivera walks by and looks over to see Griff doing back breaking labor. "No thanks" She thinks in her head. She smirks at the sounds of his.... music?.. and keeps on walking.
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