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originally posted in:The New Dojo
11/17/2017 3:06:50 AM
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Uh, sure man. Well, if you want to sit down for a meal go 'head. I'll join you in a bit, just give me a moment to find a table.
[b]He went off, swerving between the circular tables before finding an empty one and waving the assassin over. [/b]
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[i]The Witcher sighed to himself, reaching his hand up and playing with the cat headed medallion in the center of his chest. After a moment of thought, he weaved through the crowd of people and slid into a chair at the table, making himself comfortable. [/i]
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[b]Pulling a chair from a nearby table, Dale squatted on it, leaning forward with one hand on his knee, the other on the back of the chair. [/b] I'm gonna ask some questions, if you feel uncomfortable just say pass. The first is your full name, for hotel log books, the next is whether you prefer waffles or cereal. [b]Letting go of the chair back, he leaned towards it and crossed his arms. [/b] And the third, do you feel pride in your work?
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"Alric, The Bloody Witcher. Don't have a last name, that's all I know about." [i]The man put his hands in his lap, locking his fingers together. [/i] "What the fock is cereal? Or waffles?" [i]He raised an eyebrow, clearly curious about the two food items. [/i] "And no, I'm not exactly proud of my work. I prefer monster hunting over human hunting, but the former doesn't have much business here."
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Cereal is oats, soaked in milk, you eat it with a spoon. Waffles is dough shows with magic into a grid like pattern and covered with sugar. Good stuff. [b]The woman from last night placed down two bowls of soaked oats, as well as a kiss on Dale's head, before walking off once more, leaving the two alone. [/b] It's nice, knowing I have an ally in time s of need to protect the ones I love. Thanks.
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"Huh... Always enjoyed a good chicken in the morning more." [i]Alric laughed, pulling the cereal toward himself. [/i] "I owe you a debt, there is no thanks necessary. Though, I would care for something in return. Your name, ser."
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Dale Morrison. The woman who just served us is Elincia Morrison, my wife. You can see why I want her protected, haha! [b]His hearty laughter echoed in the tavern, slightly above the rest of the chatter. A few people looked, but most were used to it by now. [/b] But really, thanks. If there's anything you need done, short murder, I'll do it for a fair price. Just hit this place up again.
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"Perhaps I will... I've been frequenting that Lounge of Blades, but there's too many warriors there. This place seems... Nice." [i]It was... A compliment that much was sure. [/i]
