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"Whiskey, eh? Sounds a tad better than tea..."
Ronald takes a swig of whiskey. Afterwards, he picks up two average looking pistols lying on a table and pockets them into pouches on his legs. He also picks up a knife.
Stepping outside, he stretches and inhales the dusty air. "Impressive horses, Keal. Unfortunately, I was unable to bring one of my own... It wouldn't be too much of a bother to borrow one, would it? Or perhaps I should ride with someone else?"
[ 08-27-2004, 03:23 PM: Message edited by: Jaradu ]
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