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Post by The Smith on May 31, 2008 3:35:17 GMT -5
Ser Ustice Kettleblack enters and bows to her, his long form bending in half. "Greetuns Milday. How might I serve you today?"
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Post by The Smith on May 31, 2008 3:46:46 GMT -5
Ustice shook his head, "Donnut much care for the spirits. Milday. But thank you."
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Post by The Smith on May 31, 2008 3:53:51 GMT -5
Kettleblack shrugged, "Ain't purfect. Ive made enough mistakes to feel their tug at my neck. Day and night."
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Post by The Smith on May 31, 2008 4:09:26 GMT -5
"I reckon I will refuse. Thanks though." Ustice shrugged, "Don't much like you highborn."
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Post by The Smith on May 31, 2008 4:19:38 GMT -5
Ser Ustice looked confused, "To which one?"
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Post by The Smith on May 31, 2008 4:29:18 GMT -5
Ustice shrugged, "They think they know the world, but they only know their world."
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Post by The Smith on May 31, 2008 4:36:10 GMT -5
Ser Ustice nodded, "We each know our own world. And can only glimpse the shadows of the others." He rolled his shoulders back.
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Post by The Smith on May 31, 2008 4:40:42 GMT -5
Ustice shrugged a little uncomfortably. "Ya just sacked me. And I have turned down your generous offer. I am a little confused... I must admit."
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Post by The Smith on May 31, 2008 4:48:00 GMT -5
"Wells... that may be true. But I do not much want to baby sit you and yours even if you aren't what I think of you." Ustice shrugged, "Not what I want to do. Lord Bettley once offered me the Lanisport Watch, I guess I will have to see if there is a position for me there."
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Post by The Smith on May 31, 2008 4:54:36 GMT -5
Ustice shifted uncomfortably in his chair, placing his fingers on his bony knees. "May I be frank, Lady Royce?"
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Post by The Smith on May 31, 2008 4:59:58 GMT -5
"Duskendale is to cities what my ugly sister Suse is to Damsels. She sorta qualifies, but you don't want to spend a lot of time looking at 'er." Ustice replied. "I needs me a real Berg, with real problems."
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Post by The Smith on May 31, 2008 5:09:05 GMT -5
"I crave the work, not the coin. I appreciate the offer..." He paused and scrunched his face, "Well I woulda if ya hadn't sacked me first. But I know what I want to do. I am lucky."
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Post by The Smith on May 31, 2008 5:17:19 GMT -5
Ustice shook his head, "No... well." Kettleblack leaned back and turned his head so he was watching her out of the corner of his eye. "I do not think so. I do not think I will get the same buzz out of that as what I do." He paused for a second and then said, "I am sacked 'gain ain't I?"
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Post by The Smith on May 31, 2008 5:22:17 GMT -5
Kettleblack looked more and more uncomfortable. "Milady... I am not sure how else I can say no."
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Post by The Smith on May 31, 2008 5:29:17 GMT -5
Kettleblack shifted back and forth in his seat and thought about it. "I accept, and you donnut have to pay me. I donnut wanna have to give ya back all your gold."
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