*he nods and move down, muttering about dust and some beast's torment for bad orginization. He returns with the drink and slides it to her, a small grin on his face* Still th' same a' unc'a Rufe tau't *he shakes his head in wonder* -- The Salamandastron Dance

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Subject: *he nods and move down, muttering about dust and some beast's torment for bad orginization. He returns with the drink and slides it to her, a small grin on his face* Still th' same a' unc'a Rufe tau't *he shakes his head in wonder*

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Date Posted: 15:40:50 03/02/05 Wed
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Re: *Wild takes a swig.* And who do you be? (NT) Wildfire 21:46:20 03/02/05 Wed

Rue Warcraft, at yer se'ices *he nods to Wild* And yew? (NT) -- Rue, 21:05:36 03/05/05 Sat

Re: Wildfire, but I go by Wild most o' the time. *her voice had an odd northern/sailor slang to it. Her black coal eyes were calm but still with that urge to fight in it.* Nice ter meetcha. (NT) -- Wildfire, 14:26:31 04/29/05 Fri

*The otter listened to the accent, his mind wandering back to the place of his birth... Fort Ruddler. The Northern Warding. The place that his mother had felt the most at home at. He wondered if she was still alive* And yew. (NT) -- Rue, 23:43:42 04/29/05 Fri

Re: Where'ya from? *she asked while sipping her ale again, softly fingering one of the hilts of her throwing knive.* (NT) -- Wildfire, 18:52:54 06/19/05 Sun