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Post by The Flint on May 2, 2011 21:04:04 GMT -5
"Well," Quent replied, "better a dog then a sheep," he said cheerfully enough. "What's the good word?"
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Post by The Smith on May 2, 2011 21:11:20 GMT -5
The first man laughed, "I am full of good words my friend. I decided long ago to abandon the bad words to the ignorant, slow, and craven." He winked, and then nodded significantly to his companion.
The other man made a rude gesture, and scratached at his bald pate. He slammed down more coins, "Another toss."
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Post by The Flint on May 2, 2011 21:15:11 GMT -5
Quent observed them to decide whether they were both throwing square dice or if there was any cheating going on.
(Cunning:50)
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Post by The Smith on May 2, 2011 21:17:20 GMT -5
They were both cheating, just the man with black beard is better at it then the other man.
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Post by The Flint on May 2, 2011 21:18:12 GMT -5
Quent cocked his head. "Ya'll throw dice differ'nt then we do in the mountains," he said.
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Post by The Smith on May 2, 2011 21:20:53 GMT -5
The bearded man looked up at Flint, "Probably how do you throw dice in the mountains?"
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Post by The Flint on May 2, 2011 21:23:10 GMT -5
"Well," Quent said, "if a fella holds his dice like that," He gestured, copying the bearded man closely, "we say he's sly one. Course maybe that's just hill talk ya'll probably know better."
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Post by The Smith on May 2, 2011 21:28:59 GMT -5
"Oh, I thought that was a set up for a joke." The bearded man replied, "Like how many Northmen does it take to shear a sheep?"
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Post by The Flint on May 2, 2011 21:30:31 GMT -5
"Ask this fellow," Quent replied gesturing, "He knows a thing 'bout being sheared, looking at how you is taking his coin."
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Post by The Smith on May 2, 2011 21:33:17 GMT -5
The bearded man looked at the baldman, and asked, "How many Northmen does it take to shear a sheep?"
The other man merely grunts and replies, "Fuck you."
The bearded man laughs, "That is not even close to true. Three one to do the shearing, the other two to guard the sheep from randy neighbors."
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Post by The Flint on May 2, 2011 21:38:07 GMT -5
"Where you from fella?" Quent asked the bearded man.
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Post by The Smith on May 2, 2011 21:45:07 GMT -5
"I am from the south, my friend." He replied, and smiled, "Would you like a drink? Join us shepard. I have enough of his coin to buy the entire inn." He winked and laughed.
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Post by The Flint on May 2, 2011 21:57:16 GMT -5
"Most everything south a here. They got names for places down there?" Quent asked, as he took a seat.
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Post by The Smith on May 2, 2011 22:05:45 GMT -5
The bearded man nodded, "That is very true. I came up from King's Landing, but that is not really my home. Even though I do love it's saucy plesures."
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Post by The Flint on May 2, 2011 22:09:32 GMT -5
Quent nodded, and finished his beer, and gestured for the barkeep to bring another.
"I ain't never been down that way," he said, "Nor know much bout saucy pleasures never. You a King's man?" he asked.
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