*Reed gets s puzzled look on his face as he digs through his haversack, then pulls out a very, very crude twist of tabacco(sp). He lights it on a random toarch, and sticks it in his mouth. Thinking for a second, he says softly* Yeh k'h'o i'h thin' i'h gots meh 'ome town 'round down sout' fro' 'ere....*he suddenly cheers up, remembering gambling, another habit.* Hehehe, letss Roll! *tinkers with some bone dice in his paw from a random pouch* -- The Hunt for Warpeye

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Subject: *Reed gets s puzzled look on his face as he digs through his haversack, then pulls out a very, very crude twist of tabacco(sp). He lights it on a random toarch, and sticks it in his mouth. Thinking for a second, he says softly* Yeh k'h'o i'h thin' i'h gots meh 'ome town 'round down sout' fro' 'ere....*he suddenly cheers up, remembering gambling, another habit.* Hehehe, letss Roll! *tinkers with some bone dice in his paw from a random pouch*

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Date Posted: 19:35:31 06/24/04 Thu
In reply to: Swift 's message, "Okay then! Sorry about the delay!" on 23:35:24 04/03/04 Sat

>OOC: Rudd, erm... I had no contact with him for a
>bit. But I finally did, and we're skipping ahead now.
> We've arrived at a port town called Filsayesk. So,
>kick back and let's get back to RPing.
>
>BIC: *The ship hoves into port, and Swift bounds
>forward onto the boardwalk. A prim looking weasel
>strolls up and demands a toll for docking the boat.
>Swift pays easily, and grins at the crew.*
>
>Right mates, let's get her tied down and all and head
>us into a pub and get some food, sleep, and
>information.
>
>*With that, he begins roping up the sails and tying
>various ropes and lowering the anchor and things of
>that sort.*

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*Swift pauses and backtracks to Reed.* Mate... Did you say you got a 'ometown aroun' 'ere? *He gapes.* Why... I never... Reed Streamline... A 'ometown... I guess it makes sense, but I dunno.... I'd always just pictured ye as a rovin' vagabond pirate mercenary yore 'ole life... Well, I think we're gonna 'ave te swing by yore place then. Just because we can. Now quick, let's foller the mouse an' see if we kin find some pigeons t'swindle, heh heh heh... *He pats the smaller otter on the shoulder and calls,* Oi Dirmby! Lead on, mate! An' don't ferget t'take yore lovely liddle flower Thistle 'long with ye t'some fancy restaurant! (NT) Swift 22:28:21 06/24/04 Thu

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Swift pauses and backtracks to Reed. Mate... Did you say you got a 'ometown aroun' 'ere? He gapes. Why... I never... Reed Streamline... A 'ometown... I guess it makes sense, but I dunno.... I'd always just pictured ye as a rovin' vagabond pirate mercenary yore 'ole life... Well, I think we're gonna 'ave te swing by yore place then. Just because we can. Now quick, let's foller the mouse an' see if we kin find some pigeons t'swindle, heh heh heh... He pats the smaller otter on the shoulder and calls, Oi Dirmby! Lead on, mate! An' don't ferget t'take yore lovely liddle flower Thistle 'long with ye t'some fancy restaurant! (NT)	Swift	22:28:21 06/24/04 Thu