Jan 22, 2006 20:07
*Alanna walks in the front door and pushes the brim of her cap up as she scans the room. Her eyes linger on the infirmary. Shaking herself, she sighs and walks up to the bar, slowly shedding layers of clothing. She orders dinner, pulling a scroll out of her pack to read while she eats.*
svava,
max guevera,
morgan le fae,
adam young,
helen of troy,
alanna of trebond
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Hullo. I smell like I took a bath in a barrel of ale.
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*She smiles enigmatically and takes a bite of bread.*
Or rather one of the thieves banged his tankard too hard against that of the thief sitting next to me.
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It's just as well. Less people I'd have to go threaten.
*a wink*
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It isn't wise to threaten thieves. Instead, it is far more effective to buy them a round of drinks and discuss terms.
How was your day?
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*He sighs, and shrugs.*
Nothing much, really, to speak of.
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*Alanna picks at her food, finally pushing the plate away.*
I wish you'd have come with me then.
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You never get in the way. Not to mention that Jon and Thayet have both invited you back, so who would dare to argue with that? Goddess, Jon would likely let you sit in on the less important meetings if you wished.
*She nods.* A fair bit, though Jon was too busy to look over my findings.
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*Without letting her answer.*
I know they have. And I'll go back. I have.
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Okay. I'll take you whenever you wish to go.
*Swallowing hard, Alanna brushes her fingertips over his cheek and lets her hand fall.*
Are you all right?
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