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Post by whatever on Dec 3, 2009 12:37:53 GMT -5
Lysaer catched the coin in mid-air, and soon it had vanished.
"I will not leave you until you have apologized, not only to her but me as well. If not, maybe we should take this outside and I'll teach you a lesson about how to behave around women."
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Post by The Stranger on Dec 3, 2009 14:42:07 GMT -5
The Bravo snickers, "what is this, a song-fight minstrel, or do you have an instrument made of steel you'd like to play for me?"
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Post by whatever on Dec 3, 2009 14:57:12 GMT -5
Lysaer shrugged.
"I can do either thing, though I see not instrument on you so I think that there is only one option left" Lysaer said and showed the waterdance sword that hanged at his hip.
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Post by The Stranger on Dec 3, 2009 15:16:03 GMT -5
"Very well, let us step outside then bard. I hope for your sake you dance better than you sing," The man turned, and gestured for Lysaer to lead the way out into the street.
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Post by whatever on Dec 3, 2009 15:25:52 GMT -5
Lysaer nodded and headed toward the door that would take them out onto the small street outside. He kept a watchful eye on the man, and one hand on the hilt of his sword, not to be attacked from behind.
He turned when they were a few yards away from the door and drew his sword.
"Let us dance then, good man. Do you want to lead?"
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Post by whatever on Dec 3, 2009 17:11:36 GMT -5
"I yield." Lysaer said and placed his sword in his scabard again, placing his hope that the man at least was honorable enough not to strike him down. "I should have made this into a song-fight instead, I've always handled my playing better than I have my sword play. You are quite the swordsman, stranger. Might I know thy name, so I can honor you with a line in a song one day?"
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Post by The Stranger on Dec 4, 2009 9:43:49 GMT -5
"Dargo Montaryon, cur, and don't forget it," the man said. He turned on his heels, hard enough that gravel crashed against Lysaer's boots, and stormed out.
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Post by whatever on Dec 4, 2009 16:58:27 GMT -5
Lysaer thanked the gods for keeping him alive, the man had spared his life and could have easily killed him if he had wanted to. He turned and walked into the Blue Manray to see so that the serving woman was alright, and he needed to get that hot meal in his stomach and get his wounds seen to.
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Post by The Stranger on Dec 4, 2009 17:32:16 GMT -5
The serving girl was busy being yelled at by the bar keep, so Lysaer sat down. Eventually the girl brought over brown gravy over trencher.
"Here you go. Ryk said no meat, but I snuck you a few pieces in the gravy anyway, don't tell," she said with a smile.
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Post by whatever on Dec 4, 2009 17:44:01 GMT -5
"Thank you, my lady. Would it be to much to ask for some cloth to bind my wounds with until I get to someone who can heal them for me."
He looked down at his arm and was thankful that the bravo had not injured his hand, for then he might as well been killed. He really needed to find some steady job soon, this moving around from tavern to tavern wasn't paying as much as it had when he had begun.
"So I hope that I didn't get you in any trouble with the barkeep, my lady?"
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Post by The Stranger on Dec 4, 2009 17:51:15 GMT -5
"Just a little, duels are good, makes men feel manly, and thirsty, so they drink more, so he doesn't complain too much." One of the other patrons calls for more ale, and she hurries away, then goes to the bar, and returns to offer him some rags to bind his wound.
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Post by whatever on Dec 4, 2009 18:00:03 GMT -5
"Thank you, my lady. I never did get your name, would you do me one last favor before you return to your duties?" Lysaer said with a smile.
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Post by The Stranger on Dec 4, 2009 18:25:28 GMT -5
"What's that dear?" She asked, "and the name is Maria."
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Post by whatever on Dec 4, 2009 18:30:19 GMT -5
"You have already granted it by telling me your name, Lady Maria. I think I will need to get this food into my stomach before I die of hunger. I wish you a good evening, I hope that we'll meet again one day."
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Post by The Stranger on Dec 4, 2009 18:40:14 GMT -5
"I'm sure we will, I'm gonna have to take clean up your table when you are done," she laughed, and flitted away.
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Hope you all are well and happy.