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originally posted in:The New Dojo
10/19/2016 6:59:43 PM
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You got five thousand?
[i]he asked, now playing with his knife nonchalantly.[/i]
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He paled considerably. He frowned. "No... Damn, I guess I'm on my own then..." He pocketed the money once more. "Well, I guess I'll see you later. If I don't get myself killed first."
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[i]He was silent for a moment, but he spoke eventually.[/i] Alright, hell with the money. You're lost, I'm lost, probably should figure out what's going on. You'll be safe and I'll at least be lost and confused with someone else. Sound fair? [i]he said, sheathing the knife.[/i]
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"Alright that sounds good. I guess we should get something to eat first; meet the locals and whatnot." He said, looking around for a likely gathering place. "What about that building over there? It looks promising." He pointed to a pub, already starting to walk over.
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Pick your poison. [i]he replied, following.[/i]
