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Sam sits back, mouth hanging open as the three braniacs figure everything out before his very eyes. "Well... Good thing I got you lot, I wouldn't know how to make head nor tail of any of this."
Just make sure everything is OK. We will be here.
Sam shushes Barek a small bit before setting up in front of the doorway. He stows his lance and draws his great sword. Its now or they get the drop on us... Sam opens the door and looks inside.
"Hmmmm..."
Sam smiles at the thought of danger. It is after all, what he is bet suited to dealing with. He hops onto birch, draws his lance and proceeds down the stairs. "Let's go, there's danger afoot and I don't want to let it all slip away."
I have no feeling on that kind of stuff. Go as far as you want, I won't particularly participate but I won't tell you to stop.
Thank you father. You don't know how much you have helped us this day... He... I guess we don't either... Not yet at least. Sam speaks these words awkwardly and then follows Barek out the door, blushing.
Sam nods his head in agreement with everything Barek says. "Its true sir, we believe whatever has been hidden there could be put to good use."
Congrats man! I salute you for not adhearing to the trope of forgetting the anniversary! Have fun with your wife man!
Sam seems happy that the others are doing the talking with the people they have been interacting with recently. It's obvious from his face that he didn't much like authority figures.
Sam nods at bareka request and cracks the door open to peer in.
Sam grins at bareks statement, he places his hand on the longsword sized greatsword. Always barek. A soldier is always prepaird
Ish not har... says Sam. Mouth full of bacon and eggs as he heads out the door. He swollows half way there and says. Someone better follow me because I don't know how to get there.
"Sounds good." Sam stuffs more bacon in his mouth then hops of the stool heading out the door.
"I don't think the sheriff's permission would be much in the eyes of a religious sect... I vote we get permission from the priest's."
Sam visibly deflates at the mention of Gwen's leaving. He nods along with sim as he recounts the information on the scene of the professor's death.
Well the difference in our names is 1 letter.
Man... That sucks, but I suppose it can't be helped. Good luck Hope everything works out for you.
Bacon held in his mouth like a craftsmen's nails Sam stands on a stool digging in the cabnits. His coffee sits on the counter next to him. "Ish there ani shuga?"
I know how you feel. Everyone at my home has a cold, spring time allergy's for a ride along pretty much render us bedridden to. Get better soon you.
There are amulets that cast breath of life on you once then shatter. Buy a LOT of them.
Didn't performance combat rules cover pulling punches?
Merge pretty much just comes into town to sell stuff and send letter's to his family. He will occasionally help out in the tracking and killing of dangerous beasts. He's also been known to help out in times of food shortage, really other than his general niceness and unusual stature for a dwarf, there's really not much extraordinary about him... Yet.
Sam nods at Barek. Its unusual for a halfling to go hungry for to long and he is ready for food.
Sam grumbles to himself "*Grumble* Told them so. *Grumble*
That's good to hear! Well... Other than the family problem's that is... Happy you haven't abandoned us it what I meant.
Oracle with the lore mystery could do well in this role.
Probably going to build a god wizard... Maybe a Cannon sorcerer. We'll see.
It's going OK. Feel like I'm getting strep throght but other than that its business as usual. How about you?
Sam shakes his head at Barek. Sam whistles to get Birch's attention then points at Sim and Gwen. "Guard"
Sam first pirks up At Tamara's suggestion but seems slightly upset when leaving sim alone with Gwen is mentioned. "Well... I don't know... I wouldn't be much help either way. Always been better with animals an halfling yea know... Suddenly a smile spread across his face. Naaaah. Screw books! I'm with you two.
Sam winces slightly at the mention of studying anything. Again, he was never the best student. "What? Do we have to? Maybe we can just talk to people and figure it out that way?"
Sam will grin ear to ear at being sent on the mission with Gwen.
Sam let's loose a chuckle. Well kid I can tell you that this was drawn in pigs blood for some reason. Also, Whoever did this, Sam gives Gibbs a quizzical look then turns back to the kid Was dumb enough to leave footprints. Sam says this while pointing his thumb back at Gibbs and pointing at the bloody prints on the ground.
Sam shoots Barek a sly grin.I apriciate it Barek. It might be nice to finally... No... I shouldn't think like that. Sam shakes his head and chastises himself. Always to quick to violence...
Sam leans against birch and takes a few deep breaths. I'm sick of these kinds of people always being put in my path! Sam clenches his fist in frustration over and over again.
A vein on Sam's forhead pops out with barely restrained rage. I am growing tired of your insistence on causing problems sir. What say you about settling this like gentleman, you an me, high noon, we fight till we can't fight any longer. I win and you leave us alone.
Sam turns to face Barek with a shocked expression on his face. Well looks like our plans will have to be postponed a bit longer, at least until this all gets sorted. After he says this he will head down stairs, motioning for Sim and Birch to follow.
Starteled by the scream, Sam Is awoken to a scream of his own. Falling back in his chair, he arises from the ground, sword in hand and breathing heavily. What... Where was... Sams eyes dart around with a confused look. Finding that Sim, Gwen and Tamara are the only ones still upstairs, Sam throws himself onto birch and glides up the stairs, readying his claymore to split a skull or two. Upon coming across the scene Sam, just like his brother, turns bright red. Hearing what his brother has to say about the perdiciment sam thwacks him upside the hear. Always where the lucky one...
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