<div class="quoteheader"><div class="topslice_quote"><a href="https://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=81439.msg3639299#msg3639299">Quote from: MrDiamondBackJack on September 15, 2010, 10:48:01 pm</a></div></div><blockquote class="bbc_standard_quote">Darien smirked for a second.  The girl sure talked pretty.  "I'm just the muscle hon.  If you want to discuss vision and such, talk with my sis.  She told me we was openin' this place and that I was to old for fishin'.  Can't say as she was wrong, but I miss bein' out there.  Sittin' on land, starin' at it ain't nearly the same."  He leaned back in his chair, so he could see her from under the bill of his hat.  Sure, he could have moved it back a bit, but he had his principles.<br/><br/>"So where you from anyway?  Not here I guessin'."<br/><br/>OOC:  No worries, though I was not trying to keep characters apart.  I am still working out what his "accent" would be, so bare with me if it shifts a bit over time.<br/></blockquote><div class="quotefooter"><div class="botslice_quote"></div></div><br/>She nodded. "Please forgive my discourtesy. I am tired from my travels but that does not excuse my manners. "Morgayne O'Shannon and I hail from Ireland, Kilkenny to be precise." She moved slightly like she was about to offer he hand but as he was leaning back, she folded her hands in her lap. "Being the muscle behind something is nothing to sneeze at. Vision is important but it is naught but a dream without the skills to bring it forth." She grinned. "The great castles did not build themselves."<br/>