Jack snarled. "[i]Your posh little pet is acting up. I was showing him his real place.[/i]" He pushed the dagger away, and started to limp away. "[i]Now are you going to give me a quest where I kill something or what? If you won't let me quest, then you have to give me a room, I'm afraid. Or does your butler not like that? Would he rather play pretend bodyguard?[/i]" He said, glaring at Quinton. "[i]Or is he too worried about his tea being a bit too hot?[/i]" He mimicked Quinton. "I'm afraid my tea has been a bit overcooked. I must rid of such insolence, and try again." He said, making his voice high and reedy. His quiver of arrows was slung over his shoulder, but he sat down and slurped up the broth of his stew. He wiped his mouth with a napkin. "[i]Okay. What will it be this time? Do you have too many rats in the cellar, or are you going to give me something a bit more grown-up?[/i]"
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