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Kirth Gersen wrote:

Your oversimplifications... does not strengthen...

you might not making...

Kirth Gersen, after driving to and from Dallas in the last day or so, has his brain scrambled. Please forgive this pathetic display of babbling.

Stuffy Grammarian,

I know this is off-topic, and I'm gonna let you finish, but I just wanna say how pathetic it is that a lovely, smart chick like you is reduced to chatting up strange men online. There's lots a guyz like me who love r girls with good grammer.

Sincereley,
Darby

Waving his hand towards Klyndak, Hru, Ovirid, Manfred, Kelborn, and Yin, Darby begins.

"Fate hung heavy in the air that evening," Darby begins with not even the hint of a smile. "The pounding at the door had the deep tone of destiny. I set down the scrolls I had been so dutifully translating for my good Lord and Master and hurried the the entrance foyer. I was not mistaken. Three loud knocks again, each with the weight and urgency of a heroic quest begun."

"Opening the door, I saw, on our humble doorstep, a dwarf who would be King. Even then, the moonlight anointed his shoulders, casting a crown upon his royal brow."

"Of course, ... sir."

Darby returns a moment later with the three cinderwolf pelts that Kornelius gave to Yin when she returned to the Keep. "From what I understand," says Darby dryly raising an eyebrow at Yin, "these may come in handy."

When worn, these magically enhanced cinderwolf pelts will provide you with five points of fire resistance per attack.

For example, some guy came up with a 'CyborgRodent_of_Logic' avatar and used it to infer that CoL had the discursive style of the borg. That's just low. That guy should get a warning.

"The listener infers. The speaker implies." -- Cerebus the Aardvark.

-- Professor Darby

Tarren Dei wrote:

TigerDave wrote:

I'm really concerned at how, about 3/4s the persons posting in this thread are all aliases of a certain individual.

Including "Herr Doktor"...

You exaggerate.

You really do!

I know! I was just thinking the same thing!!

"I see, at least he has returned. I thank you my good man, I shall go there at once."

With a small bow toward the manservant, ...

'Quite polite for a dwarf,' thinks Darby before returning to his chores.

Arriving at Professor Naight's front door, after a brisk walk through the already thickening crowd of the city, Armand dusts off his jacket with his tricorne before running a hand through his thinning hair. Certain that his appearance is up to par he loudly raps on the door with his knuckles, ignoring the strange metal apparatus apparently designed for just such a thing.

"If my own hand was good enough back home, it's good enough here," he quietly thinks to himself.
It doesn't take long before noise is heard behind the door, but the man who opens it is still not the professor.

"My the 'professor' seems popular today. For the life of me, I cannot deduce why. Please join the queue he has established at his table in the restaurant across the way," sniffs Darby.

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Darby wrote:

Just as the party is about to leave for the restaurant, Darby pops his head out and says "Off again so soon, Master Dayenn? It would be a shame if you were to miss the clients who visited yesterday and said they would return today -- a lovely young lady with rather dangerous eyes and an extremely well-spoken dwarf."

"We'll be back after breakfast Derbin. Too-da-loo."

The words "It's Darby, you jackass" get lost in the closing of the door.

Just as the party is about to leave for the restaurant, Darby pops his head out and says "Off again so soon, Master Dayenn? It would be a shame if you were to miss the clients who visited yesterday and said they would return today -- a lovely young lady with rather dangerous eyes and an extremely well-spoken dwarf."

For Darby** spoiler omitted **

Dayenn Naight wrote:

Dayenn Naight wrote:

Darby wrote:

"Guests, sir?"

"Ahh! Derby, there you are! Help our guests to the spare room. No, don't worry about breakfast we'll be going out but we'll be back for lunch. If any clients call, tell them I'm just across the street. Good man, Derby!"

"Darby, sir."

"Odd duck, this one," Dayenn whispers across the room to Marius "Keeps repeating his own name back at me. Quite a traumatic life. I'll tell you all about it later."

Darby leaves the room with the bags, muttering "I can hear you, you pretentious jackass."

"Guests, sir?"