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Post by Horas on Sept 24, 2013 19:21:29 GMT -5
Crawley watches the table for a few rounds, trying to get a feel for the game. If he figures it out, he places a tile in the next round.
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Post by The Smith on Sept 24, 2013 22:40:30 GMT -5
Crawley watches a couple seconds, and then thinks he sees the connection. He places a tile out to complete some of the connections and put down two coins. Leaning back he was pleasantly thrilled with his correct play. When the gentleman to his left made a play he would have swore was illegal immediately after his play, and swept off several large piles of coins. The other three players look at Crawley like he was an immense fool, who had just cost them money.
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Post by Horas on Sept 26, 2013 17:19:00 GMT -5
"I think they play it a bit different in the Stepstones," Crawley mumbles. He waits a while longer, then tries again.
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Post by The Smith on Sept 26, 2013 17:29:35 GMT -5
This time he hesitantly picked up some coins, and no one objected. He thought he was getting a much better hang of it.
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Post by Horas on Sept 26, 2013 17:45:35 GMT -5
Not a chatty group, eh? "Is it same game every week?" Crawley asks the table between rounds.
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Post by The Smith on Sept 26, 2013 21:16:05 GMT -5
The man to his life, the young man, "Some times we play the Tsorbo varient." He replied.
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Post by Horas on Sept 26, 2013 21:23:48 GMT -5
"Yeah?" Crawley plays another tile, glancing at the young men slantwise. "You a noble?" he asks.
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Post by The Smith on Sept 26, 2013 21:26:35 GMT -5
"I am indeed a noble." The young man looked at him, "And who are you?"
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Post by Horas on Sept 26, 2013 23:24:14 GMT -5
"Ser Crawley, m'lord," Crawley grins. "You heard of me? No? I run the Knights of the Flagon, and there ain't a better company of Knights out there, if you're looking for a bunch of quiet men with strong arms. What's your name?"
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Post by The Smith on Sept 26, 2013 23:27:37 GMT -5
"Desmond. Flagon? That is rather droll sounding." Desmond replied.
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Post by Horas on Sept 27, 2013 0:23:38 GMT -5
"A sacred brotherhood," Crawley affirms. "Not so sacred we're below any sort of payin' work, mind, in case yer hirin'. Desmond who?"
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Post by The Smith on Sept 27, 2013 21:44:40 GMT -5
"Desmond Grafton. What kind of services do you offer?" The noble replied.
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Post by Horas on Sept 29, 2013 12:23:41 GMT -5
"Mercenary work, y'know?" Crawley says. "But discrete, like I said. Confidentiality, and such, should the employer have need fer that sort of thing."
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Post by The Smith on Sept 30, 2013 0:21:19 GMT -5
"How much do you charge to rape a child?" The man asked, and Crawley was not sure if he was serious or not.
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Post by Horas on Sept 30, 2013 1:56:18 GMT -5
"Well it ain't in the usual list of services," Crawley scratches at his chin. "You got a pressing reason why you need to know?"
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