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 Posted: Wed Feb 27, 2008 3:19 pm
Looking up from Mirabelle, Salvatore immediately noticed the mother rat's discomfort. "My apologies," he said rather sincerely, carefully putting his equipment away. "Force of habit. My former master was most strict about keeping one's equipment maintained, and this blade was a gift from him at the end of my apprenticeship."
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Posted: Fri Feb 29, 2008 11:18 pm
Hearing the mother's discomforted statement Lloyd asked "Do you have a place where our weapons can be safely stored?"
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Posted: Sat Mar 01, 2008 9:57 pm
Solomon slowly opens his eyes and looks at Ms Quicktail "Sorry Mrs Quicktail, It is just I feel more comfortable when i am not wareing my weapons, indeed if you have a place for us to safetly store our weapons I would be glad to use it."
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Posted: Fri Mar 07, 2008 1:16 pm
Makka eyed her bow when she heard the mother's words but decided to avert her attention to Buskit. Her eyes were keen to look over every detail of the figurines and her ears also displayed her interest as the moved to hear Buskit's words easily.
"You're right, another fox. That is some talent." She stated, a pleasant tone to her voice which had not been there previously. Her mood had improved a great deal now that she was inside and warm.
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Posted: Fri Mar 07, 2008 3:11 pm
Buskit's mother pondered for a bit. "I don't have anything with a lock, but if i take out the fire wood you could use that chest next to the fireplace."
She pointed to the chest a bit hiden from view by the chairs near the fireplace. "It should be big enough."
Buskit looked at his mother when he heared he complaint, then looking back at Makka. "My dad made all these figurines except this one." He looked in the small box where all the figurines were stored and pulled out a bit odd looking figurine. Iven though it was nowhere near as well as the other figurines you could see it was roughly shaped like a rat. "I made this one, but i need to learn more before I am as good as my dad."
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Posted: Wed Mar 12, 2008 7:01 am
Solomon looks at the chest that Mrs Quicktail pointed out and then with care starts to unload his pistol and rifle for storage
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Posted: Fri Mar 14, 2008 1:44 am
After helping remove the wood Lloyd places his weapons and shield in the chest.
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Posted: Tue Mar 18, 2008 7:24 pm
Makka's tail twitched in thought as she eyed her bow again while Buskit watched his mother for a moment but as he returned his attention to her she did the same to him.
A smile curved onto her features as she looked at the odd looking figurine, her ears perked forward in sincere interest. "Well your dad's probably had years of practice. Practice can get you far. One day you'll be making ones just as good or even better." She spoke, her words filling with glee.
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Posted: Sun Mar 23, 2008 7:13 pm
With a glance at the chest, Salvatore had to politely decline. "I'm sorry, but I must insist on keeping Mirabelle near my person. I can't chase inadvertently leaving her behind. However, you have my word that she will remain sheathed while I enjoy your hospitality."
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Posted: Mon Mar 24, 2008 7:30 am
Buskit nodded to Makka "Yes, my dad is teaching me everything he knows. I'm sure i'll be as good as him one day, just not now. I hope he is alright though." He sighes slightly, but his happyness didn't disappear from his face. "I'm sure he is ok, he can do anything." and he smiles again.
Buskit's mother nodded to Salvatore. "I'm sorry, it's just that...well i saw my father being slain before my eyes when i was younger. Ever since i don't like to be around swords and guns, I'm sure you can understand." She turned to check if the water was boiling, but then she reminded something and truns back "I'm sorry, i haven't introduced myself. My name is Abriel Quicktail, wife of Leonard Quicktail." And she bows slightly.
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Posted: Thu Mar 27, 2008 12:49 am
Realizing that he had only introduced himself to Buskit and Rosie, and not yet Abriel, Lloyd said to her "I seem to have forgot my manners, I am Lloyd"
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Posted: Thu Mar 27, 2008 1:47 am
Wrapping his weapons in his cloak Solomon gets up and walks over to the chest placing them inside. He then truns towards Abriel and says with a slight bow "Abriel it is a pleasure to meet you. I am Solomon Chosiel, Knight of the Lost Rose." before returning to his spot up against the door.
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Posted: Thu Mar 27, 2008 5:45 pm
"A pleasure to have met you, Mrs. Quicktail," Salvatore responded with a bow. "I am Salvatore Forelli, son of Vizzini Forelli the merchant. My condolences for the sad tale you had the misfortune of taking part in. Mayhap there is something this humble sellsword can do to make up for the foul behavior of those whom disgraced themselves so?"
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Posted: Wed Apr 02, 2008 6:28 pm
Makka attempted to not let her ears droop when Buskit spoke his wishes for his father's welfare. She attempted a sympathetic smile as she leaned slightly forward from her cross legged position on the floor.
"I'm sure he will be all right. With how strong you and definitely your sister are I can't imagine he'd have much troubles." she offered, her head tilted slightly in an odd gesture of kindness before her ears caught on to what Mrs. Quicktail was saying. She let her gaze avert to her and waited for the others to speak before she offered her name.
"Makka Grievance. It is a pleasure to meet you Abriel." she offered. One would swear the vixen suffered from mood swings if they recalled her earlier temperament.
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Posted: Wed Apr 02, 2008 10:58 pm
as if a sudden thought strikes him Solomon asks "Abriel if you dont mind me asking, I was wondering where, Leonard was it?, is as it appears from what Buskit has said he seams to have been caught up in somthing."
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