<div class="quoteheader"><div class="topslice_quote"><a href="https://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=70733.msg3115782#msg3115782">Quote from: HairyHeretic on 05-06-2010, 16:36:39</a></div></div><blockquote class="bbc_standard_quote"><br/><br/>Karag smiled again in apparent amusement of Iris's chosen name. "I know many things, and I know people who know things." he replied. "I am aware of those of whom you speak. I cannot attest to their motivations, but knowing who and what they are, I can recognise the pattern they are following, and could make an educated guess as to the region they may be found."<br/><br/>He raised his glass, inhaling the aroma as he swirled the amber liquid around. "What is this information worth to you?" His nose wrinkles at the cigar and he reaches his hand up towards it, stopping less than an inch from the lit end of it. With a small gesture, the tip is encased in a thin crust of ice, putting it out. His finger curl and point to the side, where a small "Thank you for not smoking" sign can be seen. "I would advise against antagonism here." he said.<br/><br/></blockquote><div class="quotefooter"><div class="botslice_quote"></div></div><br/>Iris gives him an unfriendly look as he puts out her cigar.  Not wanting to be outdone, she bites off the end of it, chewing it like a baseball player, crunching on the ice till it melts.<br/><br/>"Sawry.  Fahgot you yanks don't smoke in yah' public houses."  She doesn't look away as she chews, open-mouthed for him.<br/><br/>"Whats it worth?  'At depends on how useful it is, don't it?  Would it lead me tah' the source of this here mess, or am I gonna have tah' go galavantin' all over to fill in the 'oles?"