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Re: The Tavern

Posted: Wed Jan 21, 2009 8:28 pm
by Ballisticginger
"a fair enough mount, it's young, virile good for meat."
*finishing the leg he lays it on his plate and wipes his hands on his trousers*
"well, lets be off, things to do, places to be"

Re: The Tavern

Posted: Wed Jan 21, 2009 8:49 pm
by Bigsmith
''Oh, realy. Can't we stay just a little longer Mark?''

Re: The Tavern

Posted: Wed Jan 21, 2009 8:51 pm
by Ballisticginger
"look we have to get that sheep sold today, no one will take us seriously with a sheep in tow."

Re: The Tavern

Posted: Fri Jan 23, 2009 9:42 am
by Bigsmith
''Bet you 5 rava it doesn't sell for more then 5 rava.''

Re: The Tavern

Posted: Fri Jan 23, 2009 9:43 am
by Ballisticginger
"self defeating logic is undisputable, i will take you up on that bet."

*Mark slapped five rava notes on the table*

Re: The Tavern

Posted: Mon Jan 26, 2009 8:40 pm
by Bigsmith
Lucas, in return, slaped five notes down on the table. ''Lets go sell that sheep!''

Re: The Tavern

Posted: Mon Jan 26, 2009 11:23 pm
by Ballisticginger
*Mark strode out of the tavern and towards the stable*

Re: The Tavern

Posted: Tue Jan 27, 2009 9:33 am
by Bigsmith
*Befor lucas leaves, and out of Marks sight, he quickly swipes the notes thats his brother forgot to take back. The quickly follows.*

Re: The Tavern

Posted: Tue Jan 27, 2009 9:33 am
by Bigsmith
*Befor lucas leaves, and out of Marks sight, he quickly swipes the notes thats his brother forgot to take back. Then quickly follows.*

Re: The Tavern

Posted: Tue Feb 10, 2009 1:35 pm
by Ballisticginger
*the tavern was barely standing, Mark only staid because it offered some shelter from this mutated horde, something had happened here, there was a panic about a quarantine and then horrific creatures began rampaging through the streets, he didn't know where lucas was, alive hopefully, and thinking, or so he prayed, luck woud be on their side, it had to be. He had to get out of the heartlands, Pathway, that would be his best bet, hopefully lucas would have the same idea. Putting the last of the mede bottles in his bag he left the tavern and darted down the road, or what was left of it and towards the outskirts of the city*