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Post by rahedor on Aug 10, 2006 23:05:45 GMT -5
I'll give it a shot Rahedor walked into the tavern. He scoped the room and found a seat towards the corner of the room. He made his way towards his table, when a man bumped violently into him, perhaps on purpose. "Arr ye clumsy bastard watch where ye goin!". By the way he was swaying as he stood, Rahedor knew he was drunk. He took a moment to decide if he should do it, and made up his mind. "Easy on the rum mate, no sense in losing your life in a tavern."."YAAR!". The man drew a pistol aiming it at Rahedor's chest but the man from Spain was no stranger to danger. He knocked the drunken man's arm away as it fired. Rahedor delivered a hard right to the man's face sending him crashing to the ground. "I warned ya mate.", he bent forward and helped him up. "Sorry for taking ya down but ye had it coming." Rahedor turned around, sat in his seat, propped his feet ontop of the table and began to think about what adventurers lay ahead of him now that he was with the Black Fleet.
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