Board Thread:Roleplaying/@comment-24123288-20150412112755/@comment-3293219-20150414002030

"Hmm... I'll be back in a sec..." Isaiah assured her, giving her a firm nod before heading on over to the counter...

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After flatenning the earth, Toan was finally able to collapse on his shovel, using it as a walking stick, to hold himself up as he draped his body over it, sweat rolling off of his forehead as he panted heavily.

Could've just taken the money... He thought, wincing at his aching muscles.

But no, always doing it the hard way...

The Breton sighed and pulled himself upright, at least he had got what he was after, he controlled a pretty nice cargo ship and he didn't have to pay a penny for it. With this in mind, Toan gave a small smile as he made his way back to the inn, casting his shovel aside as soon as it wasn't in a conspicous place...

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Isaiah returned with the drinks, placing one on the table and sliding it across.

"Don't worry, it's nto as strong as mine but it should have a bit of a kick to it. I figured that you'd need it."