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"O.K. one more time, Delphie and I jump over that ridge and shout 'Your money and your life!', meanwhile Thief hides in the shadows over there with his knives ready to attack from behind when then undoubtibly refuse to hand it over.", the knight franticly scribbled away on a clipboard decorated with small wyvern skulls.
"Are you sure that is technically correct? Aren't we getting there magical items too?"
"Yeah what about their gems?", the sourceress and the thief having given up their attemps to create a magical trap with their joint skills, had instead just worked on a plan incase anything went wrong, and were in the process of trying to carve a series of small holes into the rock wall.
Sighing deeply the anti-paladin started crossing out words on the paper.
"It really doesn't matter they always refuse... it's kind of sad really, so much killing, does money really bring happyness when it all comes down to it?"
"Yes." The reply from the other two warriors was symultanious and totally without hesitation.
Muttering something about being evil making people shallow the black warrior turned towards his companions.
"Anything else you two want before I finalise this?"
"Beer definatly... I'm nearly um... whatsit called... not drunk?"
"Sobre" Delphie harzarded
"Yeah that's it." the theif concluded.
"Oooookay, beer. Is that all?"
"Er..." Delphie turned a bit red as she began speeking "well, I don't know how to say this but it's been two weeks since I last had a chance to shave my legs."
There was a blank stare from the two men.
"Why didn't you just borrow thief's razor?" if it had been possible to see under the black helm you might have seen a look of total bewilderment.
"Thief uses it to shave his foot hairs and he doesn't wear any shoes... remember some of the stuff we had to walk through in the last few weeks?"
Taking a second to think about that, the anti-paladin wrote legwax down on his list.
"Right... I'll just read this back. 'Your money, magical weapons and items, assorted gems and jewlry, alcaholic beverages, legwax or your life'."
Dropping down on his knees the fighter began to sob into his gauntlets.
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