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Mormegil
"So you are his daughter that he spoke of. Silly girl, do not put on this play as though I had no business to know your old man! He was a guest in my home until I threw him out! He refused to teach me a technique in armed fighting that I was to pay him for, and so I hired another man that did the job just as well. Your father's pride stinks on you, ya know. Little brat."
He turned and began to walk back to his cabin...yelling over his shoulder,
"I'll leave you to your quarrels with these fine people that you seem to be entertaining. Good luck and all that."
[ 01-23-2004, 12:04 AM: Message edited by: Larry_OHF ]
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