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Post by Scipio Varick on Dec 7, 2010 20:13:25 GMT -5
Panting, Scipio rose to his feet, weighing the odds. Half of him wanted to get the hell out of there, while the other half of him guiltily wanted to make sure the Werecat was placed in good hands.
"Yeah," he agreed, awkwardly, at a loss of what else to say, "where can we find one of those? A healer?"
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Post by Travis Huntman on Dec 7, 2010 21:52:44 GMT -5
As the flames of the corpse dwinaled down, Travis couldn't help but think about the mess he created. Massive property damage, a wounded half-naked werecat, and man who lost his chance for love were all the things that went horribly wrong tonight. The only way the night could get worse if the owner of the bar were to show up.
Just then, he felt a tug on his tunic. Still in attack mode, Travis swiftly spun around with his sword in hand. However, he realized it the owner of the bar; his blade was itches away from the bartender's neck. The ranger lowered his sword; he didn't want to kill another person.
The bartender aggressively asked what happened. While the ranger can understand why he would be angry, it was quite stupid of him to itimidate a man who just slayed a monster and was still holding his sword. Still the ranger calmly and honestly replied, "Well, shit just happened."
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Post by Malcolm Selder on Dec 8, 2010 22:52:31 GMT -5
“OhreallyIdidn’tnotice,” Malcolm muttered bitterly as the sword dropped. Sure, it was threatening, but it wasn’t the worst. The rest of the room, now that was a different story.
He stopped to think a moment, pulling aside one of the men who’d carried up buckets to douse the last embers of the flames, and asked him to find a healer for the cat woman and lover.
“Well,” he sighed, turning back to the ranger. “You understand that you are the one paying for this, I hope?”
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