HarveyQuin
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Halfling VICTORY against big-folk TERRORISM!
HarveyQuin replied to NotEvilAtAll's topic in The Wee Shore of Amberdell
Exiting his hovel he opened the newly found item within his mailbox with a smirk. "Praise be Knox n' an' his wee-folk ava'ar." He folded the letter up and gave a deep inhale before carrying on his merry way. -
Somewhere, curled up on a bench in the city of Elysium, sits Quinten Brassfoot. A slightly weary expression on his face and a fatigued breath falls over the message "Oi di' 'ear som'one di' pass. Well, t'a' i' qui'e a pro'lem." He holds the paper and looks across the streets to the various races wandering around and huffs "Pro'lly no' t'e bes' place t'eh begin a revoilu'ion, moigh' ge' me shi' kicked in. Oi shoul' 'ead 'ome soon." He picked up his note book and sack of taters and hops off the bench, trotting out of the gate.
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Slightly startled, Quinten stumbles onto his heel and readjusts the bag slung over his shoulder "O! 'ello t'ere" He gave a great big toothy smile "Well, I's t'ink i'm 'ere fer some fame an' for'une! I's jus' wan' teh ge' some'fin of eh name fer m'self." He pulled his bag up his shoulder and gave a look of determination to the gentleman, quickly covering his eyes as the sun glared into them "I'd be grea' teh ge' some teachin' on how teh crea'e me a golem too!" He gave a chuckle and patted his stomach heartily "Roigh' I t'ink I's bes' be goin' now then! Plen'y o' foods teh be ea'ing! See ya feller!"
