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2012-10-09, 02:01 AM (ISO 8601)
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#574
Firbolg in the Playground
Re: A Thorn In The Hand IC
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Verossa gives the dwarf a long flat look, then laughs. "I believe I could be accused of sleeping along the ranks, but not above them. Anyway, it seems perfectly apparent that the closest you've ever been to Greywater Rush was a case of food poisoning."
Then she registers Eleanora's words, and feels the touch on her back through her mail, and lowers her head blushing. "Your pardon, Ser Dame," she says quietly.
She listens to the Clerics words carefully. "The Divine has a good plan. If it works; I'll wear that militarised ballgown. And if it doesn't, I'll be dead. Because I'll damn well not get any of them past me while I can still hold this glaive"
She gives the dwarf a smile.
"And that's why I outrank you, brave fellow".