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Chapter One: The Trouble with Trinkets
Tjaeden:
"Oh man, I'm so terribly late."
It looks as if Keating just got out of bed - ruffled clothes, unkept hair, and he has not shaved.
But, relying on his personal charm, he gives the elf one of his best grins.
"I'm sure this won't be a problem - will it?"
The Holy Saint, Grand High Poobah, Master of Monkeys, Ehlers:
((if we could do a bit more calling your character's name out till we get used to who controls who, that would be great))
Magnisin scowled. You get the impression however, that he would scowl even if told by the woman he loved that she had just inherited a vast estate and was giving it to him. "Enter please." It came out as more of a command than a request. He gestured to the door.
GorgonlaVacaTremendo:
Rashial looks up at Magnisin quietly, runs his eyes up and down his figure, then begins to step forward without confidence. A few steps forward he stops, looks up and raises one of his eyebrows at Magnisin, almost sarcastically, then shakes his head and steps through the door, again mumbling something incoherantly apologetic as he passes the Elf.
Onion of Death:
Olan takes a swig from one of his flasks, puts it back into his jacket, and enters.
Shrain:
Esmerelda Safire stealthily joins the procession of new hires, and the blue-haired elf doesn't notice. She smiles and toys with her bracelet as she follows the party inside.
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