<div class="quoteheader"><div class="topslice_quote"><a href="https://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=53854.msg2585969#msg2585969">Quote from: PhantomPistoleer on 28-12-2009, 23:41:21</a></div></div><blockquote class="bbc_standard_quote"><br/><br/><br/>The journalist simply wished for a few more seconds to think this over, and then, given his predisposition to correlate thinking time with eating time, became immensely hungry.  His stomach gurgled, his throat became dry, his nose became runny, etc. etc.<br/><br/> "Does anyone know what's for lunch?" he asked rather meekly.  Then, with instant bravado, and a hint of grandeur, the young man flipped up unto the table, wielding his dagger towards the ensemble of knights.   "Once again, you have been deceived by my cleverness!  Drop your weapons at once!"  Garrett noticed that there were no weapons drawn, and so, rescinded such comment with a look of perplexity.   "Say, how'd you get in here anyways?  Isn't this place guarded?"<br/><br/>He began to pace atop the table, not really caring for the response to his inquiries.<br/><br/> "Tell you what, fellas, I saved this here lady on the basis that I would satisfy a very necessary function.  That is, I saved her because I thought there would be a big reward.  Something like a magic carpet.  Whadda you say?  Deal?"<br/></blockquote><div class="quotefooter"><div class="botslice_quote"></div></div><br/><br/>The Knights Phantom looked at Ith'ika, then at Garrett.  "If it becomes generally known that<strong>this</strong>man saved the life of one of the royal family, especially a popular one, Queen Aurala will be obligated to offer him a barony."  The lead Knight turned to Ith'ika.  "And do you really think HE would make a good baron?"  He asked, while another knight dropped a chainmail bag on the ground.  "Will 2,500 platinum do?"  The knights asked, not moving further into the room or making any threatening gestures.