Crimson wriggles out of your arms with a huff, sitting and looking up at you. What do we do now? she almost seems to say.
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The Centaur sketches a brow. "You look tired. Are you heading the same way as me? I'd be happy to give you a lift if you want, I've got a light load anyway."
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Posted: 4/15/2019 at 11:46 AM
Post #153
Nicote sheugs. He doesnt want company bt he IS tired...and his knees not gonnaget better. "Sure i guess."
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Posted: 4/15/2019 at 11:51 AM
Post #154
The Centaur grins. "Cheer up, son," he says. "You're riding with the one and only Balthur, at your service. Just hop on the seat up there, I've never used it."
He jerks his head to the driver's seat behind him.
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Posted: 4/15/2019 at 12:00 PM
Post #155
Nicote does as asked. Well at least hel befar from the sight of anyone he knows now. Thays good right?
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Post #156
Balthur stomps at the ground and starts off, the cart shuddering into motion. "You got a name? Unless you're the silent type. I've picked up a good many of them in my time," he chuckles. "Been all over the continent, meeting creatures all shapes and sizes."
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Post #157
Micote stays quieton his name. "Yup."
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Post #158
"See, now I think about it, the last silent fella' like you I picked up didn't say anything," he carries on. "Just nods and grunts. But I did as I always do, I offered him a spot up there and I told him a few stories." He chuckles again. "You go adventuring, son, you'd better remember a good story here and there. You would not believe the wonders a good story can do on people. Now there was this one time..."
He chatters on, recounting a time when he was tied up by a Bandit Clan. While they camped out in the wilds waiting to make their next move, bored out of their skulls, he told them all a story. By the time he was finished, they wanted another, and another. And by the end of it? They let him go. Said they didn't have the heart to keep his stories from the world.
