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8 posts. Alias of Pentor Lionsmane.


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Male Human Aristocrat/1

Bless your soul Zochel! Right then I'm thinking that after the adventurers do all the killing we get in there as quick as we can and loot the bodies!

"This longsword+2? Nah I've always had it. Heirloom from my pappy this is."

Hehehe


Male Human Aristocrat/1

Looking at his newly acquired copper coins gives Pentor a warm feeling in his stomach.

"I say, this is quite a lot of fun!" says Pentor to the other. Turning to Fishhook, Pentor gives him a little grin and a light punch on the shoulder. "Better luck next time old chap!"

Putting down another 2cp Pentor gestures for the cards to be dealt again.

"I've got a lucky feeling about this one!"


Male Human Aristocrat/1

Pentor doesn't exactly understand the rules of the game but he's got a few copper pieces that he's willing to spend in the interest of making friends, apart from the devil bird!

"I'm going to bet two cp. That's right isn't it?" asks Pentor to Crimb and Mack.


Male Human Aristocrat/1

"I say you chaps, this is awfully exciting isn't it!" declares Pentor to the room at large.

Looking around for an empty seat as soon as he finds one he sits down and attempts to look like he knows what is going on.

"This seems terribly complicated. Tell me has anybody ever visited the Blue Oyster tavern?" asks Pentor to anybody that looks like they might answer.

Looking over at Toe Jam and Swiftwing the young aristocrat opens his mouth and asks the question that has been on his mind ever since he realised the bird could talk.

"Does your bird do any other tricks? Maybe sing the 'Tale OF the Bawdry Lass'?"


Male Human Aristocrat/1

I think he's smarter than me!

This is a deplorable state of affairs. Looks like I'll have to to do some more book learning.:)


Male Human Aristocrat/1

I will make thos changes after i get back from work.


Male Human Aristocrat/1

Pentor follows the other to the quartermaster and offers up his gear with a smile, before waiting with puppy like eagerness for any tasks that they might have for him.


Male Human Aristocrat/1

With a grin on his face bright enough to blind a cat Pentor steps forward, clanking slightly from all the hand azes festooned around his body, and gives what he thinks is a snappy salute when Glork's finger points at him.

"Pentor Lionsmane at your service sirrah! I can furl a sail and untie a main knot faster than a one legged man in a three legged race! Ready and willing to do whatever need to be done sirrah."

Having said his piece Pentor steps back and waits for somebody else to step forward.

I say, this is going swimmingly! thinks Pentor to himself.