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Post by elaena on Nov 28, 2007 15:29:44 GMT -5
"Oh wonderful!" Elaena smiles sweetly. "We'll have such a good time!"
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Post by shacklock on Nov 28, 2007 15:35:50 GMT -5
Sargon seems slightly off-put by her attitude. Unsure of what to do for a moment, he glances around, shrugs and grins back at her. “Aye…that we will. Bartender, ‘nother whishkey!” He slurs.
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Post by elaena on Nov 28, 2007 15:41:55 GMT -5
Elaena begins to laugh. She has no idea why.
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Post by shacklock on Nov 28, 2007 15:50:34 GMT -5
Sargon shrugs, just taking a long swig of the whiskey. “Happy girl ‘eh? Giving up on the fishing idea then?” The bartender seems slightly amused by Elaena’s antics.
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Post by elaena on Nov 28, 2007 15:51:49 GMT -5
"Fishing, right, that's what we're doing!" Elaena grins. "Where d'you keep your ship?"
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Post by shacklock on Nov 28, 2007 15:54:10 GMT -5
Sargon chuckles, “D’pends which ship you’re after. Ones in the harbor. Others a bit closer to ‘ome”
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Post by elaena on Nov 28, 2007 15:59:14 GMT -5
"I'm wanting the one that'll take me fishing," Elaena says, grinning. "But I'd settle for the other one..." She drinks yet another ale.
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Post by shacklock on Nov 28, 2007 16:08:11 GMT -5
“How about we take a tour of the longship in the harbor first, then you can take a tour of my longship if y’want” Sargon drains the dregs of his whiskey and stands rather unsteadily.
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Post by elaena on Nov 28, 2007 16:10:12 GMT -5
Elaena stands even less steadily. She takes hold of Sargon's arm to steady herself. "To the longship we go then."
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Post by shacklock on Nov 28, 2007 16:13:49 GMT -5
Sargon tosses a silver stag onto the counter and walks out of the pavilion, Elaena on his arm. Both no doubt looking comical in their drunken states. He leads them towards the harbor.
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