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Post by The Forgotten God on Oct 12, 2012 9:48:59 GMT -5
"The girls themselves'll tell the story! They ain't been raped or nothing...so no foul on us, right?" Clarence picked up a much higher quality blade than he had been using and grunted in satisfaction.
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Post by Leona Redwyne on Oct 12, 2012 9:54:32 GMT -5
"I suppose," Ragnar said doubtfully, eyeing the girls suspiciously, unsure they would be willing to tell the truth. "But still, their bloody fathers had better make it worth our while. I dislike good deeds. They set a bad precedent for our people."
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Post by The Forgotten God on Oct 12, 2012 9:56:05 GMT -5
Clarence chuckled. "We have standards, Drummy. Besides...now they trust us." He winks and grins a bit lustfully at Catherine Mallister.
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Post by Leona Redwyne on Oct 12, 2012 10:00:04 GMT -5
"Trust would be stretching it a bit too far, Blackwall. I certainly wouldn't trust, if I were either of them. Pity they're not Ironborn, else I think we'd have ourselves a bride each. But we shall see."
He began looking over the corpses to see if there was anything worth taking/
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Post by The Forgotten God on Oct 12, 2012 10:05:27 GMT -5
He finds some coin, and a strange token on the Limper's body. There's some scratches in some foreign language on it.
Blackwall thinks. "They get a pass today, but that Mallister girl will be naked on my ship one day. This I swear."
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Post by Leona Redwyne on Oct 12, 2012 10:11:01 GMT -5
Ragnar slipped both the coin and the token inside his money pouch.
"I can't blame you for that. She's a pretty one. I suppose we'd best head back now then."
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Post by The Forgotten God on Oct 12, 2012 10:13:21 GMT -5
"Aye." He kicks the Limper once more, waking him into some pain-filled consciousness, then gets on one of the outlaw's horses.
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Post by Leona Redwyne on Oct 12, 2012 10:22:21 GMT -5
Ragnar mounted one of the other horses and they rode back to camp.
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