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Post by The Stranger on Dec 21, 2009 16:30:13 GMT -5
"I'd rather presume against both..." Antaryon says, sounding only mildly annoyed. "A master stroke attempt, rather early in the game, if you ask me," He says, mostly to himself.
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Post by whatever on Dec 21, 2009 16:35:01 GMT -5
"So do you have anything else you would like me to do for you? or have I served my purpose for now, my lord?" Lysaer said, and sat up straight in the chair.
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Post by The Stranger on Dec 21, 2009 16:39:56 GMT -5
"I need to think on this information you have provided, I will summon you if your services become of value again."
Lysaer to Novice-Espionage.
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Post by whatever on Dec 21, 2009 16:47:32 GMT -5
"Yes, my lord. I hope that what I have given will help you and your family in the days ahead." Lysaer stood and bowed to Lord Antaryon.
"I don't wish to be a bother, my lord, but I was wondering if I was able to get some coin for the troubles, since I have not been able to perform in the last few days." he said and looked down on the ground, hating what he was doing, but his purse were almost empty.
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Post by The Stranger on Dec 21, 2009 16:48:33 GMT -5
"Did I initially suggest a price Lysaer? I can not recall what I said it would be," Antaryon replies.
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Post by whatever on Dec 21, 2009 16:55:41 GMT -5
"You did not, my lord." Lysaer said, still looking down.
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Post by The Stranger on Dec 21, 2009 22:13:55 GMT -5
"Let's say five gold dragons then?" Antaryon suggests.
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Post by whatever on Dec 22, 2009 4:16:35 GMT -5
"That is more than I could ever hope for, my lord. You are most generous" Lysaer said with a bow, and after Lord Antaryon had given him his gold, he exused himself and left the Manse.
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