About Dan HaworthPlace of Origin: Newcastle Appearance: A leanly built man, who tries his own goods sparingly - 'To judge the quality,' he says. Although he does tend to short-change customers on the size of their buns. Often found in either Whitey's Taproom or in the bakery, the grey faced man is always dabbing his brow. Not one to dress fine his keeps his flour stained apron on at most times - 'a craftsmans' work is never done' he says; although this is just an excuse so that he can over-charge and not have to change. Unsurprisingly the man is a bachelor. Role in the Village: Baker Why would they choose not to leave the village? Stubbornness he knows that there is a profit to be made from this adventure. He also enjoys the taverns cider, rather too much some would say. Born to a poor family in Newcastle, he got an 'apprenticeship' at an early age to the baker. Without much schooling her spent most of his days sweeping up and learning the tricks of the trade. 'How to mix the husks in with the floue to give it body, and more importantly save some money.' One day the baker left him in charge of the shop, he knew where the old man kept the money to the strong-box and thus Dan Haskins was not heard from again.... In a small village miles away with his 'new-found' capital Dan Haworth started up his bakery. It was mildly successful, however over the years the old baker has grown fat eating the profits. Spoiler:
"You are very welcome. Privacy can be most helpful, don't you agree?" 10:31:03 ‹Rashida› We could simply agree that italics are OOC. 10:31:25 ‹Cassie DuSollier› "Yes certainly. Sorry about the crass comment. I would rather it from my mouth as a cutting remark that from him." 10:32:20 ‹Rashida› "Pre-emptive strike? I quite understand. Be careful you don't debase yourself, dear. It's pointless. The only thing thicker than his skin is his skull." 10:32:22 ‹Cassie DuSollier› "Although he does seem to generate discussion" 10:32:53 ‹Rashida› "Indeed. I am much more suspicious of those with their mouths closed and eyes and ears open." 10:33:29 ‹Cassie DuSollier› "Yes, and getting their attentions for a dance too will be difficult" 10:34:04 ‹Rashida› "I am almost tempted to vote for lynching them as they seem dead already!" 10:34:32 ‹Cassie DuSollier› "Yes keeping your ears open is very rewarding. Many a slip has been made." 10:35:58 ‹Rashida› "Too many, I fear." Rashida mutters sotto voce. 10:36:08 ‹Cassie DuSollier› "I know what you mean. Although in a way I agree with what happened - no lynchings. The populace can be stupid, the revolution took away our Queen." 10:36:45 ‹Cassie DuSollier› "I didn't reveal anything?" 10:37:31 ‹Rashida› "The assassins will not miss this time. If we do not lynch somebody, we will be down one. If we lynch the wrong person, we will be down two. Either way, we lose." 10:37:59 ‹Cassie DuSollier› "Encertainment." 10:38:02 ‹Rashida› "Well, Taraz did spin you quite vigorously, and you have that long slit in your skirt." 10:39:32 ‹Cassie DuSollier› "He obviously has to be bold. That kiss with you?!" 10:39:33 ‹Rashida› "Quite a bit was revealed. All quite flattering, I assure you." 10:40:06 ‹Cassie DuSollier› "I thank you, I do try" 10:40:51 ‹Rashida› "One kiss was not so surprising and was worth a slap. But to grab me like that for a second...I did not expect him to be so bold and uncouth, particularly not before everyone." 10:42:40 ‹Cassie DuSollier› "The odd kiss, is expected. Certainly, though fro his point of view a slap would be worth it." 10:44:43 ‹Rashida› "There is a difference between a test and being violated. Being grabbed and held against my will.... I though him simply a harmless scoundrel before. Now I am not so certain. Still, he does not seem a killer to me." "Yes, true. Too flippant is he, he lacks either the style or ambition to be an assassin."
"I know that Inglestadt is very private, not he even sure if he is male or female. Maybe a dance will be able to tell." Cassie winks
› "Well, I have seen a couple of mummies in my time. The exploration was exciting, handling the locals, authorities and running from rival adventurers. Zombie breath smells no worse than the time I was in a slaughterhouse in old London Town."
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