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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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[girdleforakiss]

"How drunk are you?"

Gawain does not approve.

[le_desirous]

"Not particularly. Yonder Sir Dinadan is something of a tyrant when it comes to meting out the libations."

[scoffandjest]

"That is completely unfair. I just felt this would be a quest better... quested if at least half sober."

[girdleforakiss]

Oh good God in heaven.

You're getting a look, the pair of you. This is a serious heavy duty look you're getting here. There is a promise of rainbarrels in it.

[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."

[floweredknight]

That was, let's say, not the finale Florence was expecting. He is subject to a sudden fit of coughing.

[le_desirous]

Sagramore bursts out laughing. "Good boy, jo. Don't hurt yourself. You in the market for a quest?"

[floweredknight]

Gack, wheeze! "No, sir."

[le_desirous]

"We could use a fine strapping lad like yourself. You'll garner the general attention better than we two old men, as pretty a face as you have."

[westernqueen]

Wang Mu gives them both a withering look that does not quite bare her teeth. "You might try the marshlands in the woods, sirs," she says.

[le_desirous]

Sagramore turns an enquiring look upon Dinadan. "I'd think the house was more likely, nem?"

[scoffandjest]

"Well, God knows what they fancy in this heathen place."

[westernqueen]

Wang Mu may have entirely too much personal experience with people Assuming, which is what comes of being a pretty servant. "The thorns and the ice would do you good," she says sharply.

[hadley_bright]

'I say, Sagramore, old fellow!' Hadley-Bright says, hoping his jovial, worldly chuckle hides the fact that he cannot keep from blushing. 'So bored already?'

[le_desirous]

"Entirely, can you countenance it?" waving him over.

[hadley_bright]

'Well, at this rate, I'd say you've at least another month of snow left,' he says as he comes over, hoping he's looking less red now (he's not). 'Whatever shall you do?'

[le_desirous]

"As you can see, I'm diverting my energies. Thank Jesu for the quest." And he kisses Hadley-Bright for punctuation.