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My Final Heaven · 09-13-2007, 11:32 PM

'Well, there's a few things I'm not getting about all this whole mess Lass.' Elcid spoke candidly as he led her down to the docks where a few of his men were gaurding the crates of Silver Ingots. They looked wolfishly at Anei but he waved them away and told them to go and spend some of thier hard earned money else where.

'Sorry about the men, but I only trust the scum of the earth. You can always count on scum to be scum see, and that makes 'em predictable. It's these upright types like your friend the soldier I can't bend my mind around. This whole bloody country is full of them proud buggers. You know they aint even hirin' Privateers to fight Thermidor? They think they're invincible cause they got big bloody ships, but if they keep thinkin' that, they're liable to get stabbed in the back. Ships can't fight if they aint got rounds 'n powder and thier ships can't rearm out in the middle of the sea without transports farrying supplies to 'em. But Thermidor's put such a price on captured Ares ships the sea is full of Pirates looking for easy targets.

But that just goes to show you Ares thinks they can't loose don't it? No need to resupply if you win the first battle hands down. Now what really don't multiply with me is what your friend is up to. What's a soldier doing running from his own people and protecting a Wizzard (OOC: discworld reference) like you for eh?'

Elcid could see by the look on her face he'd hit the nail on the head about her. He hadn't imagined that voice in his head after all. It had been a sound that had gone right to his mind without passing through the ears. His ears were shot from firing his Arquebazook so much, but the sound of her voice had been clear as the cold night air on a calm sea.

Before she could begin to give him a response however, they were approached by the buyer of silver so he tried to concentrate his thoughts towards her to test a theory.

'Right Lass, I'm certain if you can speak into my head you can read me like a book just as easilly, so listen good. Dive into this guys mind and tell me the going price of unmarked silver because I'm almost certain he's cheating me. If you can do a trick like that, then I'm pretty sure I can get you to Thermidor and back if that's what you really want.'

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My Final Heaven Senior Member Join Date: Feb 2007 Location: Home sweet Home Age: 25 Posts: 763 Rep Power: 5	'Well, there's a few things I'm not getting about all this whole mess Lass.' Elcid spoke candidly as he led her down to the docks where a few of his men were gaurding the crates of Silver Ingots. They looked wolfishly at Anei but he waved them away and told them to go and spend some of thier hard earned money else where. 'Sorry about the men, but I only trust the scum of the earth. You can always count on scum to be scum see, and that makes 'em predictable. It's these upright types like your friend the soldier I can't bend my mind around. This whole bloody country is full of them proud buggers. You know they aint even hirin' Privateers to fight Thermidor? They think they're invincible cause they got big bloody ships, but if they keep thinkin' that, they're liable to get stabbed in the back. Ships can't fight if they aint got rounds 'n powder and thier ships can't rearm out in the middle of the sea without transports farrying supplies to 'em. But Thermidor's put such a price on captured Ares ships the sea is full of Pirates looking for easy targets. But that just goes to show you Ares thinks they can't loose don't it? No need to resupply if you win the first battle hands down. Now what really don't multiply with me is what your friend is up to. What's a soldier doing running from his own people and protecting a Wizzard (OOC: discworld reference) like you for eh?' Elcid could see by the look on her face he'd hit the nail on the head about her. He hadn't imagined that voice in his head after all. It had been a sound that had gone right to his mind without passing through the ears. His ears were shot from firing his Arquebazook so much, but the sound of her voice had been clear as the cold night air on a calm sea. Before she could begin to give him a response however, they were approached by the buyer of silver so he tried to concentrate his thoughts towards her to test a theory. 'Right Lass, I'm certain if you can speak into my head you can read me like a book just as easilly, so listen good. Dive into this guys mind and tell me the going price of unmarked silver because I'm almost certain he's cheating me. If you can do a trick like that, then I'm pretty sure I can get you to Thermidor and back if that's what you really want.' __________________ "The word rustic doesn’t even begin to satisfy the requirements of an adjective used to describe this town. Rustic is a looming butressed cathedral to this town’s Stone Henge. Rustic is the ocean to this town’s mud puddle. Simply put, rustic is a word inadequate to describe the squalour." Get more like this just by clicking on this link.