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Post by The Forgotten God on Apr 16, 2015 18:03:19 GMT -5
"Pervert, runs a harem of a hundred or so women he captures." She narrows an eye. "His sister was some sorceress, before she died."
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Post by Robyn Stark on Apr 16, 2015 18:13:23 GMT -5
Robyn looked round at that, "I am going to go out again, but you'd all do well to pack... We should not stay here for long now... If I am not back though in a couple of hours... Don't just go, please come and find me," she grinned and left to get changed out of her dress into something she found more comfortable.
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Post by The Forgotten God on Apr 16, 2015 18:16:47 GMT -5
Larrance isn't having that. The big Valeman packs up his axe to follow. "You are taking someone, princess," he said. Isabel Uller nods to her, too.
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Post by Robyn Stark on Apr 16, 2015 18:21:05 GMT -5
"If you must," Robyn said, when she came back downstairs, maybe she should wait until night and go alone... She did not want to wait that long.
"Let us go then"
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Post by The Forgotten God on Apr 16, 2015 18:24:25 GMT -5
Larrance nods silently and follows.
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Post by Amelia Royce on Apr 16, 2015 18:25:04 GMT -5
Swiftly followed by Isabel Uller, spear in hand.
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Post by Robyn Stark on Apr 16, 2015 18:26:26 GMT -5
Robyn stopped at Isabel coming, "sorry, but I rather think you should stay here..."
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Post by Amelia Royce on Apr 16, 2015 18:27:28 GMT -5
She stays.
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Post by Lyonel on Apr 16, 2015 18:35:13 GMT -5
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Some minutes after Robyn had left, Tymothy arrived at the Inn, where he had rented a small room and had left his luggage.
"Good evening!" He absent-mindedly greeted everyone in the room, at this point he had already completly forgotten his half-naked figure.
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Post by The Forgotten God on Apr 16, 2015 18:38:22 GMT -5
An auburn haired woman he sort of recognizes from his upbringing stares at him. "Tim? What the fuck are you doing here?"
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Post by Lyonel on Apr 16, 2015 18:43:16 GMT -5
Tim stood incredulous staring at the woman, he even glanced at his back to see if she wasn't talking to someone else... That was quite usual.
"I live here... Why else would I be?" he answered matter of factly, trying to remember the woman's name. "What are YOU doing here, Mrs.... Eeeerm?"
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Post by The Forgotten God on Apr 16, 2015 18:45:09 GMT -5
A shaking of a head. "Gillian Tully." She looks him over. "You look terrible."
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Post by Lyonel on Apr 16, 2015 18:51:59 GMT -5
"Gillian, yes! It's been a long time, huh. " Tim answered awkwardly, he was the one that usually people forgot the name, it was strange to feel the other way around.
"Oh this?" He saidm finally remembering his clothing state. "I was... eeeerm... At a party... with some friends."
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Post by The Forgotten God on Apr 16, 2015 18:56:14 GMT -5
"They seem like shitty friends. Why are you in Pentos?" A blonde girl next to her is watching with something between mute fascination and horror.
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Post by Lyonel on Apr 16, 2015 19:09:18 GMT -5
"I work... worked for one of these friends, I used to do his accountings." Tim said a bit disappointed, he guessed that after this event there'd be no reconcialiation with Mr. Nycodemos... The little guy seemed to be really pissed with him.
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