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The Dice Master says...

Oh his way home from the Tavern he passes by and from a distance notices a short burly man in the graveyard. In no mood for trouble at this hour he keeps walking at a faster pace.

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My name be of no consequence as yet, but I am just a humble servant to the noble of this town. If ye be as powerful as all claim, ye should have no worries.

*Grins slightly at the small fellows nervousness .... power is good, intimidation better. He notes some one off in the distance.*

Edited: krakyn on 13th Mar, 2008 - 1:27pm

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Finding the far fetched story very difficult to sanely believe he gives the untimely little man a full once over with his searching eyes. The dwarf's crude look is not one of a man that will work for a noble. He is dressed as though he were ready for grave battle.

"You lie", says DarkScribe and then he awaits a reply, but more so ready for an angred swear from the half man.

DarkScribe looks at the strong oak double door that seperates the two. Despite its age and cracks it has held up with great strength to this day.

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LIE! Dwarves do not LIE! No you best explain ye self! *His hand move a little lower.*

*Without noticing he has taken a very defense stance from which few could ever hope of moving him.*

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DarkScribe's brows move to the middle of his forehead in a frowning expression, but it is not about anger, it is more one of confusion and frustration at the reply of the strange visitor outside. This reminds him of the time when an intruder, the town thief, was trying to escape the guard and came upon the monastery with the hope of finding refuge. Suddenly DarkScribe remembers that he cannot dwell in the past as he has a current issue before him.

"Depart from here, unless ye show me proof of what ye say", says DarkScribe with some authority in his voice.

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Keeping his eyes on the strange fellow, his left hand reaches to his pocket and produces a sealed letter, the signma is that of the town crier. He then holds it such that the other may see it, but not touch.

"That be proof enough for ye?" he scowls. He knows he con revel his true purpose in being in this cursed town, but the small task that he must preform to help him on his way is fair game.

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He peeks through a crack in the door and says,

"Place it under the door that I may view it."

Edited: DarkScribe on 26th Mar, 2008 - 3:30pm

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Notes that this just gets stranger and questions the little mans sanity. Could it be true dark magik corrupts the soul?

"So be it," he states as he pretends to slide the letter under a door shaking his head as he stands.

He is comfortable with this since the letter is addressed to the varmint anyhow. Still he plans on asking about a more personal favor once the business end is done.