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[le_desirous]

Sagramore enters the main room with just a hint of unsteadiness, and finds a good spot by the messageboard where people usually tack up notes and such. Thereunder he stands, and with great dignity and aplomb announces, "We have a solemn quest. A quest which God Himself could not dispute nor all His Angels turn asunder. It is a quest for which

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[nyaokorefu]

"That's solemn?" Arm enquires, after a mildly ellipsis-filled pause.

[scoffandjest]

"Well, the looking is."

[nyaokorefu]

Arm regards him in mild bemusement, from his seven-foot vantage point. "In my observation," he says, "generally speaking, if they're around, they'll find you."

(Not that he has personal experience, because seven-foot mutant, hi. But.)

[scoffandjest]

"I grant that it is rather far away," Dinadan says (he is rather tall himself, especially for his time period, and is certainly not used to being a foot shorter than someone), "But if you could see my face and its wondrous beauty--" (which is to say lack thereof) "--you would certainly see why I must seek the whores rather than the other way around."

[nyaokorefu]

"Have you tried the next village over?" very gravely.

[scoffandjest]

"There's a next village over?"

[nyaokorefu]

"Isn't there usually?" For a guy with his degree of loom and weirdness, Arm does innocent extraordinarily well.

[scoffandjest]

"God knows, in this bloody place."

[nyaokorefu]

"Maybe you ought to quest for that first, so you'll be in the right place?"

[scoffandjest]

"The problem being, I rather hate the snow. It would be much more convenient if we could succeed in our quest without actually going outside."