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Post by Erik on Sept 20, 2009 22:31:31 GMT -5
"Nothing wrong with a little pirate, far as I see it. Who're the mercenaries? Decent, upstanding gentlemen, the lot of them, I'm sure."
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Post by The Smith on Sept 21, 2009 1:50:17 GMT -5
"Mostly Pirates. And an exiled Myrish counselor. Stand up gentlemen dripping with avarice." Brine's smile was almost a snarl.
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Post by Erik on Sept 21, 2009 17:45:30 GMT -5
"Well, I'm sure they'll do fine, long as we do most of the real fighting. What do you think? Go straight for the lead fleet, or circle around 'em and hit the one that's coming up behind first?"
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Post by The Smith on Sept 21, 2009 17:53:06 GMT -5
"Do you mind your keep being occupied?" Brine motioned around the harbor.
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Post by Erik on Sept 21, 2009 18:54:12 GMT -5
"Could chain the route in, though that wouldn't stop 'em long. No, my aunt won't mind a few days of her keep being held by them. And at least we'll know where to find them."
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Post by The Smith on Sept 22, 2009 17:46:01 GMT -5
The Brine nodded, "Then the Second."
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Post by Erik on Sept 22, 2009 17:50:03 GMT -5
"Shall we be off, then?"
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Post by The Smith on Sept 22, 2009 17:52:41 GMT -5
Brine nodded, and walked away.
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Post by Erik on Sept 22, 2009 17:57:03 GMT -5
Ragnor gets his own ships ready to make way.
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