Marcus XVI

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Aaaand it's fixed ^^

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Wait! I need to change my post a bit! OwO Nobody move!

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"Now, usually I'd just ask a few more questions - the most important one would of course be what would it be in it for us to aid you?" The tall elf tilted his head slightly to the left and fixed a haughty smirk on his face. "Though heroism is it's own reward I'd rather have money to send back to my family, maybe some rations and perhaps even a magical trinket or two." Tarquin let out a little laugh and shook his head. "Now, now, I merely jest. Comes with the profession you see. Now, perhaps we could have something to eat then and discuss this problem of yours in greater detail." Despite the little laugh there was no amusement in his voice, not even a little hint.

The age of humans is fairly new

Silly, I'm not gonna jump down :P Martel can walk on walls, remember? :P

The age of humans is fairly new

Martel examined the side of the pit while his knights tried to get accustomed to the lack of light. After a while the vampire shrugged his shoulders. "I for one don't have rope - not that I'd need it. Perhaps I should thus scout ahead." He stood at the edge like he was preparing to leap down.

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Tarquin did not quite like the mention of the constable needing their 'aid' in something. "A pleasure to meet you, m'lord Botwright. Before we begin to enjoy the meal I'd like to politely inquire about this 'aid' you need." As the tall elf spoke he moved to walk next to the constable. "So, what is this all about?"

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Tarquin had politely nodded to the captain before heading to the smaller boat. He remained silent for the duration of the boat ride and seemed very much relieved to have proper, solid ground under his feet. On land the tall elf took on a completely different way of carrying himself. He moved nimbly, with the agility of a dancer or a swordsman. His right hand rested gently on the pommel of his rapier and his left hand moved to brush few loose locks of hair away from his face. "Maybe I'll have a chance to play a song or two after the dinner. If we are not in too much of a hurry that is." Tarquin stated hopefully, he was more just thinking out loud than directing his words to anyone in particular.

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The tall elf bowed his head slightly to Eve and downed the ale with one go like a true sailor. To his great amazement Tarquin felt just a little bit better afterwards. In fact he felt just about good enough to pull out his flute. After a while he was playing a warm and catchy tune.

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"Well, m'lady. I do believe stepping inside might make me feel slightly less nauseous. Perhaps some ale might also make me feel better." Tarquin shook his head at the mere idea of ale, but silently hoped it would help. He gave Cedric a little nod of acknowledgement and smiled. "I fear that if I were to leave the ship I'd remain on land. That is however a risk I am fully willing to take. The more time I can spend on solid land before we set sail again the better."

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I usually prefer to wait for two people to post before I post again.