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[QUOTE]Originally posted by Tancred:
[Now, what's the game folks?"
Tancred waits for a reply while absent-mindedly chewing on some fried sqvid.
"Five card stud, suicide king and aces wild," Kiraleen says. "Unless anyone's up for euchre?" She grabs her familiar by the neck and sets him down on the table in front of Tancred. "Apologize to the nice paladin, Gumdrop. What did I tell you about kissing people in plate mail!?"
The faerie dragon's wings droop, his normal smile inverts and his eyes whirl a sorrowful baby blue. "I'm sorry," he squeaks. "I won't do it again."
"*I'm* sorry for leaving you like that," Kiraleen says. "After Q'irc ran away and everything went to ... heck, I crawled under the only empty table and stayed there. Is it always like this?"
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