<div class="quoteheader"><div class="topslice_quote"><a href="https://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=58849.msg2669828#msg2669828">Quote from: The Great Triangle on 25-01-2010, 11:59:00</a></div></div><blockquote class="bbc_standard_quote">Lionel smiled a pirate's smile, then gently whisked the Madame's hand from his shoulder, surrestipuosly casting his gaze about for signs of evil.  "I'm afraid I haven't come for the warmth of your women, luscious as they may be.  I just rolled into town without a copper to my name, and was hoping to get my hands on the warmth that comes from a bag of shiny rocks.  I've a sword and a gun, and I was hoping one way or another, you could help me turn them into cash."  Lionel said, figuring that he at least had the virtue of appearing to be a penniless drifter, who could be disposably sent to collect a particularly recalitrant debt if nothing else.<br/></blockquote><div class="quotefooter"><div class="botslice_quote"></div></div><br/>Stepping back, the elf again appraises the would-be drifter.<strong><br/>"It seems that people are eager to work for me. Well sir, I usually don't go handing out jobs to vagrants. But I'd like to think I'm a good judge of character, so maybe just this once I'll consider it."</strong>, the madam mused, finding humor in it all. She gave herself a moment to ponder, soon coming up with an idea.<br/><strong>"Alright, go down to Cayden's Hall. There's a stubby little gambler that hangs around their all the time. He'll go by the nickname Slips, but I wouldn't ask for him too loudly. He certainly earned his handle, you see. He ran up a tab here over a week ago and only paid for half. Get the one-hundred fifteen gold the weasel owes me, and I'll cut you in for some."</strong>, she proposes, patting Lionel on the arm.<br/><strong>"Tell him Madam Arlia sent you, but don't be too hard on him. He's welcome back, but only if he starts paying in advance."</strong>, the madam clarified, walking to the door with him to see him out.<br/><br/>She waited for him to depart before returning to her seat.<br/><strong>"So, you want a job then? Well, tell me a little about yourself."</strong>, she interviewed the half-elf, leaning forward as she did so. Her grin had grown somewhat coy as she studied Kachina's reactions.<br/><br/><hr/><br/><div class="quoteheader"><div class="topslice_quote"><a href="https://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=58849.msg2669841#msg2669841">Quote from: Lyell on 25-01-2010, 12:10:40</a></div></div><blockquote class="bbc_standard_quote">Sigmund placed his forearm across his chest and bowed in a kind of salute to the warrior, whether or not it was acknowledged. <strong>"Forgive my rudeness, good sir. I am called Sigmund."</strong> He rose again, gaze directed twords the bed. <strong>"Jophery has informed me of your state and though Priestess Lilay has already tended to you, I insisted I be allowed to assess you myself. Provided ofcourse, that you allow me to."</strong><br/></blockquote><div class="quotefooter"><div class="botslice_quote"></div></div><br/><strong>"Like I already told Jophery and the others; I don't want nothing to do with that sort of hocus pocus. It's not natural."</strong>, the man speaks, still shaving down the wood with his razor-like dirk.<br/><strong>"It was just some goblins, they nicked me and ran off like the little cowards they are."<strong>, he continued, trying to play down the severity of the situation. Just from where Sigmund stands he can clearly see the man is trivializing the incident.</strong></strong>