[h1][b][i][color=#FF0000][center]Guthrie [/center][/color][/i][/b][/h1]

[center][color=#FF0000]Location:[/color] The Tavern
[color=#FF0000]Interacting with:[/color] Sala & Vala[/center]
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[color=#FF0000]"If you're talking about the Dragon Tails that the miners disturbed, then it's not a problem anymore. Though I have a feeling you two are talking of something else?"[/color] Guthrie said to the twins, a inquisitive look upon his face as he tried to picture what it was that they feared coming. What could be so dangerous that everyone was in danger? Well Guthrie could think of a few candidates, but the twins didn't look like frigthened farmers, so something was off. 

His questioning look changed quickly to a puzzled one, as they in unions stated that they could pay him with themselves; their bodies. Guthrie didn't utter a word for a few moments, trying to see if he had misheard, though their serious looks said otherwise. He straightened himself up a little, his eyes flickering from one twin to another. [color=#FF0000]"You mean...No, no that won't be necessary, you two. I don't accept...[i]someone[/i] as payment, not anymore at least. But..."[/color]

Quickly changing the subject of which he wished not to speak of, he clapped the edge of their table, and seconds after a large was resting its front paws on the table, watching the three of them with a curious look to its face. Guthrie smiled, patting the dog on its head and looking at the twins again. [color=#FF0000]"...you might be able to help my friend here. Poor Theo hasn't been quite alright the past week. I'm afraid he might have gotten an internal infection, but I haven't been able to help him. Can you?"[/color]

Guthrie looked hopefull towards the twins, Theo looking back and fourth from his master over to the two ladies, happily panting, albit heavily. [color=#FF0000]"And for the record, I'm Guthrie. Guthrie Jean Harlanson. And you?"[/color]