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Post by Valmar Diodorus on Feb 1, 2011 22:14:55 GMT -5
"Not so much if it's by your own hand," replied Valmar before turning his attention back to Malcolm. Pleased to hear that the bartender will empty his celler for him, the general told him, "Perfect, I'll just take a crate for now. The rest, I'm going to need them at the ready when my main army enters the city. Just add some oil to the mix and a rag for a fuse and my men will handle the rest." When the bartender made the obivious observation of the discloser of the meeting, Valmar stood up and prep for his leave, "Well, I guess I should be heading back as well. Soon enough, history shall be made once more, and we'll have control of this land."
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Post by Seriah Desislov on Feb 1, 2011 22:31:28 GMT -5
Seriah stood when Valmar did, nodding to Malcolm. "It is, indeed." He looked back to his general, sucking in an unneeded breath. His insides were ping ponging between excitement and dread, but he kept his expression to its usual placid, "I'll see you again soon, Valmar. Good luck." He leaned forward, folding the map, and a few papers that'd been beneath it, somehow feeling calmer inside at the touch of paper. He wished he could just walk to the square and listen to music the way he did at home.. at his old home, at any rate. But maybe he'd see if he couldn't find a decent bard in Cados to calm his nerves before things really got started.
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