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The broad-shouldered southerner leaned with one arm on the table [i]"Clive, does that horse of yours need feeding?  Where does it go when it's not around?"[/i] the farmer grunted amused by the question and thankful for the distraction from his otherwise pleasant thoughts he had been having.

"[color=F1B338]Well, I reckon old Daisy if she was off somewhere an' I were her I'd be lookin' for some good feed or startin' some mischief but I'm pretty sure she just is not here when I ain't called her she.[/color]" Clive scratched the nape of his neck, he didn't really know how or why he could call upon the spirit of his riding horse and couldn't really explain everything as even he didn't fully understand the extent of his abilities [i][color=green]“You seem a more than capable rider,”[/color][/i] the armored man chimed in, Barracker seemed more interested in the topic than Zell [i][color=green]“When you rid off to find help at Cherrad, you got there and back to us in a flash.”[/color][/i] nodding the Texan chuckled, shrugging a bit "[color=F1B338]She were always a bit fast on the track, maybe it paid off in heaven if horses go there but my dear old ma' might not agree.[/color]"

It seemed drinks had run out quicker than a desert oasis drying up [i]"Clive, fancy giving us a hand?"[/i] ever the type to offer a hand, without needing to say anything the southern man simply grunted standing up from his seat and moseyed on over to the bar to help the Englishman fetch another round of drinks for their friends [i]"Hey, thanks, by the way..."[/i] raising an eyebrow Clive listened to Zell [i] "... for upstairs.  For understanding and - you know - not making a big deal about it."[/i] he snorted a laugh, roughly clapping a hand on Zell's shoulder as they waited for their drinks "[color=F1B338]Shucks, there ain't no need for gratitude you'd have done the same were the roles reversed sides' sometimes a knock in the head is what we fellers need every once in awhile.[/color]"

[i]"So... are you enjoying Valhiem, then?"[/i] for once the farmers face fell a bit, the question though simple brought Clive back to his original thoughts "[color=F1B338]I won't lie to you boy, sometimes I don't know what's really happening in the place I did dang well die...But with ya'll I've been able to do a lot of good for this strange world I guess.[/color]"

"[color=F1B338]Well undead or not, we’ll show that Saladin some good ol’ Texas hospitality and then some.[/color]" the farmer laughed shaking himself from the gloom he felt, but behind that there was something else he wasn't saying but for the time being the two had drinks to be bringing back to the table.