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Post by ekans812 on Jun 13, 2010 22:41:32 GMT -5
Legolas walks outside his hut and goes over to the port. He pulls out his fishing rod and hurriedly gets fishing. Not even a nibble comes, so he keeps fishing while looking around for someone to pickpocket, Legolas being poor, [glow=red,2,300]along with being a thief.[/glow]
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ayrisa
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Post by ayrisa on Sept 20, 2010 23:05:27 GMT -5
Ryse leaned against Shyr, her Wind Eagle, eyes closed against the warm midmorning sun. Her thick, long, deep red hair with blond streaks blew in the slight breeze, brushing against her fair-skinned cheek. The day was wonderful, warm and sunny with a brilliant blue sky lofting above the treetops.
She gazed around, eyes finally lighting on a poor young man fishing. Or, should she say, trying to fish. No bites had pulled on his line. She'd recently bought two loaves of fresh bread and decided she'd try to trade a loaf for information from the boy.
"Good day. How's the fishing going?"
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