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Post by Lord Dudley Mudd on Oct 24, 2012 18:29:48 GMT -5
"I am Durran. Since I doubt that helped you any, why don't you come down here so I can talk with you, or your leader if your not him, face to face and a bit more quietly." Durran yells back, and then looks around the area.
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Post by The Forgotten God on Oct 24, 2012 18:38:47 GMT -5
"I like shouting!" the voice answers. "So what do you want?"
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Post by Lord Dudley Mudd on Oct 24, 2012 18:54:03 GMT -5
Durran just laughs at that answer. "Alright, that is reasonable. I want to offer you coin for you to do me a favor. I figure men like yourselves will take coin to do most jobs. This job only requires you to walk. I am not going to shout the details, I can't know who is listening." He says and looks around the woods behind him.
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Post by The Forgotten God on Oct 24, 2012 19:18:13 GMT -5
"My walk doesn't look that good to have no man pay me to show them it! How much gold?"
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Post by Lord Dudley Mudd on Oct 24, 2012 19:21:58 GMT -5
Durran grumbles under his breath. "Who said anything about gold?! I said coin! You know silver stags and such! You want gold you better come down here and talk to me without shouting!"
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Post by The Forgotten God on Oct 24, 2012 19:25:36 GMT -5
"Come on inside; we have roast boar, and ale. Out there you have mosquitoes."
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Post by Lord Dudley Mudd on Oct 24, 2012 19:39:09 GMT -5
"Roast boar and ale? Sounds like a good time to me." Durran says and waits for them to open the gate so he can enter.
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Post by The Forgotten God on Oct 24, 2012 19:48:05 GMT -5
The thick doors open and he is let in. He sees eight men. "Well, now, what's your proposal, then?"
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Post by Lord Dudley Mudd on Oct 24, 2012 19:58:34 GMT -5
"I'm looking for someone. I think he has joined up with you. Could be this person is one of you eight. How long have you all been here?" Durran asks. "And yes gold will be given by the end of this."
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Post by The Forgotten God on Oct 24, 2012 20:04:59 GMT -5
"Not long, maybe two weeks." They look at each other.
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Post by Lord Dudley Mudd on Oct 24, 2012 20:13:57 GMT -5
Durran thinks for a moment. "You spoke of ale? My throat is getting dry. What are your names by the way?"
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Post by The Forgotten God on Oct 24, 2012 20:24:35 GMT -5
"Fuck you, that's my name. We want to hear about gold."
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Post by Lord Dudley Mudd on Oct 24, 2012 20:35:55 GMT -5
"Fine." Durran answers, not a bit happy about the rudeness and being left here out of Lars's view. "A few Gold dragons will go to the man that hands over Gary Grimm, and if you don't want to get your hands dirty. A single shiny dragon to walk away."
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Post by The Forgotten God on Oct 24, 2012 20:42:14 GMT -5
The men look at each other. "Hand us each a dragon, then. And don't ruin too much furniture. He's in the back with three men."
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Post by Lord Dudley Mudd on Oct 24, 2012 20:46:54 GMT -5
Durran smiles with his rotten grin and hands them each a gold dragon. "Hope you don't mind but I'll be signaling to my friend outside. Heard Grimm is a slippery bastard, can't chance his escape after parting with those dragons." Durran says as he moves to wave Lars into the Holdfast.
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