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Post by The Smith on May 6, 2011 21:07:05 GMT -5
"One hundred, and the four bags of sheeps wool." He motionted to the large sacks tied to the donkey's back. "Worth more then your weed."
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Post by The Flint on May 6, 2011 21:10:13 GMT -5
"No it ain't neither." Torrhen replied, "And we got our own sheep. Still...." Torrhen frowned. "If its good wool then... okay."
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Post by The Smith on May 6, 2011 21:11:40 GMT -5
Wull smiled, and began to untie the wool. He was dancing a little bit, "A fine deal my good friend. I will be back next harvest for sure." He looked at the other man, "may I sample a little of my wares.'
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Post by The Flint on May 6, 2011 21:19:42 GMT -5
Torrhen nodded, as the two young men grabbed a bale and loaded it onto the donkey, which heehawed under the strain. Torrhen handed the Wull a handful of the stuff.
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Post by The Smith on May 6, 2011 21:36:47 GMT -5
Wull dipped it into his mouth, and smiled, "Ta ta for now." He turned, and lead the Donkey away. Whistling, and spitting all over himself.
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Post by The Flint on May 6, 2011 21:36:57 GMT -5
Torrhen frowned. He would need to speak to his Lord father about these negative developments.
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