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Post by Míriel Fidlars on Jul 30, 2004 16:37:56 GMT -5
Working on it. I like my life.
*she grins.*
Seen some of it, looks great. Cross-trading?
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Post by Rumerin on Jul 30, 2004 16:53:56 GMT -5
*Chuckles*
This.
*She holds out a small thieving device to Eirien. It looks suspiciously familiar... In fact, it has E.B. carved into it...*
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Post by Míriel Fidlars on Jul 30, 2004 16:58:43 GMT -5
*she merely looks impressed as she takes the instrument back.*
Neat!
*she laughs.* I see. Seems like I got a good place to learn then.
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Post by Rumerin on Jul 30, 2004 17:05:37 GMT -5
*Grins*
Sprout roots here for a bit and you might earn a page, cutter.
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Post by Míriel Fidlars on Jul 30, 2004 17:16:53 GMT -5
I ain't leaving, that's for sure. Earn a page? Like getting known?
*she pockets the instrument and sits back in her chair.*
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Post by Rumerin on Jul 30, 2004 17:30:05 GMT -5
*She chuckles and hits Eirien on the head with the book- softly, just a friendly knock really.*
Getting known, pah! Fame is a Rule of Sevens, you bally basher. If you want to make it as a jester, never raise the flag, y'hear? Earning a page is getting the chant yourself- learning a bit, savvy?
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Post by Míriel Fidlars on Jul 30, 2004 17:39:21 GMT -5
Hey! *she laughs.* I get, I get. Like I said, working on it. What's the Rule o Sevens?
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Post by Rumerin on Jul 30, 2004 17:47:38 GMT -5
*Chuckles*
It's like, berks' talk, nonsense, you know? Don't use it around a body from the sixes, mind.
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Post by Míriel Fidlars on Jul 30, 2004 18:03:10 GMT -5
I won't. Thanks.
*she thinks.*
How does this place work? Take care of your training and stuff?
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Post by Rumerin on Jul 30, 2004 18:20:07 GMT -5
*Puts her book on the table and watches Eirien with her cat-eyes.*
Yup. You can sweat it yourself, or hook up with a training gang under a master.
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Post by Míriel Fidlars on Jul 30, 2004 18:26:03 GMT -5
Those gangs hard to get into?
*she stretches.*
Yrch.
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Post by Rumerin on Jul 30, 2004 18:35:50 GMT -5
Nah, though pick one with care. Some of them are like meeting Kurtulmak. Canny bloods running them an' all, but some of them can be real prods, so catch a skeg at them first.
Hm?
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Post by Míriel Fidlars on Jul 30, 2004 18:44:45 GMT -5
'Ugh.' Long day.
*she grins.*
I'll keep an eye out, and some care. Thanks for the help.
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Post by Rumerin on Jul 30, 2004 18:49:46 GMT -5
Hehehe. Go find your kip, cutter.
Sure thing. Watch the spire.
*She takes up the book again and is soon completely re-emerged in whatever it is she's reading, her tail swaying slowly.*
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Post by Míriel Fidlars on Jul 30, 2004 18:54:27 GMT -5
Namaarie, cutter.
*She gets up and walks off to her room.*
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