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Post by Borcas Redwyne on Jun 8, 2009 5:33:37 GMT -5
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Borcas made his way to the camp, looking for Kess.
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Post by Horas on Jun 8, 2009 12:11:34 GMT -5
Kess sits by one of the fires, sharpening her shortsword on a whetstone. Several other wildlings are also nearby, chattering and carrying out various camp activities.
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Post by Borcas Redwyne on Jun 8, 2009 16:33:35 GMT -5
Borcas puts a thumb to his mustache and a hand to his arakh, as he approaches the wildling woman.
"You told me once that honor makes for a cold bedfellow. Does this make a warm one?" He asks as he points to her sword. He waves his knot a bit, making the bells sing.
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Post by Horas on Jun 8, 2009 16:42:33 GMT -5
"Hullo to you too," Kess says, continuing to sharpen the blade. "The steel is cold, but the blood is hot, yeah? Ice and fire. Rask says those are always the strongest mixings."
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Post by Borcas Redwyne on Jun 9, 2009 1:30:35 GMT -5
"Ice? Nah..." Borcas shakes his head.
"I had more than my fare of it the past years. No, I will simply go wih fire. Fire puts life to you, burns your insides with the lust for life."
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