originally posted in:The New Dojo
"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]