Board Thread:Roleplaying/@comment-26245872-20141227060154/@comment-29458028-20141229150527

(Soz guyz, mah flight got delayed quite badly and I almost died in the plane, so it took pretty long.)

Siris seemed expressionless, but the hands behind his back betrayed the fact he was feeling very awkward and out of character. For a good reason, since Siris Steelfang was the emotionless one. Siris Steelfang did not destroy his dad's favourite rose bush to present badly arranged flowers to the daughter of his enemy...

The more Siris rationalized it as puberty, hormonal imbalance and pure immaturity, the more the words "hot girl" formed in his mind. An annoying tickle that messed the organized lexicon of his brain.

"Adawulf Sea-Born. I was ... doing nothing, besides giving your daughter some flowers, since she is the second person who talked to me."

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Annalyse looked at Fanari, then at her sword. She seemed reluctant, then she flatly said "no, I can't have your hands touching my sword. I mean, it's a powerful weapon, I know, but..."

Annalyse couldn't really think of any excuses. She flatly said "I made the swords for myself and Syinter. Do you see the Sh ... my father's buddies hand their swords to anyone just for some looksee?"

(Mebbe Fanari could snatch it from Anna.)

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The receptionist took the form from the redguard lady and placed it into the fire, sending it to the staff. She looked bored and just said "just hope you get a nice person, then you'll get in. If you get Onmund, Koranus or the Archmage, fat hope, you're as good as kicked out."