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Post by Leona Redwyne on Oct 8, 2012 17:29:20 GMT -5
"Haha!" Durran laughs even louder than he talks. "To the lad who scares giants!" He calls over to Erik as he raises his horn of ale. "Come have a horn on me!" Durran says as he gives a grin of rotten teeth Erik walked over to the stranger and grinned. "I'm game for that!" |
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Post by Lyonel on Oct 8, 2012 17:31:26 GMT -5
"Haha!" Durran laughs even louder than he talks. "To the lad who scares giants!" He calls over to Erik as he raises his horn of ale. "Come have a horn on me!" Durran says as he gives a grin of rotten teeth In a blink Ivan was back on the common room. "What have you said?" He roared at the laughing man. He hadn't been not even in the half of the stairway when he heard it.... the poor fool should have waited a bit more... |
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Post by Lord Dudley Mudd on Oct 8, 2012 17:37:30 GMT -5
"I am buying a drink for the Lad who makes giants want to leave and go to bed!" Durran replies not even noticing it is the one man he should not have repeated it to, while handing Erik a horn of ale.
Lars sighs again, knowing what is too come. "Better get a few more horns of ale." He calls over to a serving girl.
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Post by Amelia Royce on Oct 8, 2012 17:41:25 GMT -5
Danya briefly brushed her hand across her forehead, feigning a scratch, while she loosened the dagger in her sleeve. It never hurt to be safe.
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Post by Leona Redwyne on Oct 8, 2012 17:49:59 GMT -5
Erik took the ale.
"Thanks. At least some men here know how to treat others," he muttered.
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Post by Lyonel on Oct 8, 2012 17:50:26 GMT -5
He grabbed the man's collar with both hands, lifting him from the ground. "The question is... Can YOU make giants leave and go to bed?" He said, his mouth spilling a sour breath right on the man's face.
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Post by Lord Dudley Mudd on Oct 8, 2012 17:58:13 GMT -5
The large Clansman was surprised for a moment as he was lifted. It wasn't everyday someone was bigger than he was, and even his breath rivaled his own. He still grinned with his rotten teeth.
"You seem like a man who has been around the block a few times. Ever seen a man named Handsome Gary Grimm?" Durran asks ignoring the man's threat.
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Post by Lyonel on Oct 8, 2012 18:05:12 GMT -5
"Never heard of him..." He grunted.
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Post by Lord Dudley Mudd on Oct 8, 2012 18:08:06 GMT -5
Durran frowned. "Well then you are of no use to me. Now I was about to have some ale with an old friend of mine and this lad that I have not even received the name of yet." Durran tries to shake himself out of Ivan's grip. "I am Durran by the way." He says to Erik.
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Post by Leona Redwyne on Oct 8, 2012 18:14:16 GMT -5
"Erik," the man from the Iron Islands said.
He chose not to give his other name, feeling it was of no consequence and would do him no good here.
"Gods, can a man not get a drink here without getting into a fight?"
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Post by Lyonel on Oct 8, 2012 18:15:25 GMT -5
Ivan straightened his grip, his grey eyes were ablaze, how the man dared to ignore him. He brought the man closer and whispered at his ears... "Last words?"
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Post by Lord Dudley Mudd on Oct 8, 2012 18:20:30 GMT -5
"I guess not, Erik." Durran says as he cracks his knuckles, and keeps his grin.
Lars stands up and walks toward the girl he smiled at earlier, trying to stay away from the fight.
"Quite the entertaining night." He says to her
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Post by Amelia Royce on Oct 8, 2012 18:20:36 GMT -5
Danya rolled her eyes at the stupidity on display, taking a relaxed sip from her wine.
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Post by Lyonel on Oct 8, 2012 18:21:52 GMT -5
"As you wish..." He prepared his right fist.
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Post by Amelia Royce on Oct 8, 2012 18:30:39 GMT -5
"I guess not, Erik." Durran says as he cracks his knuckles, and keeps his grin. Lars stands up and walks toward the girl he smiled at earlier, trying to stay away from the fight. "Quite the entertaining night." He says to her "Yes?" Danya asked the man, her dagger concealing hand resting beside her wine glass. |
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