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[i][b][color=ed1c24][h3]Kithor[/h3][/color][/b][/i]

	Pulling down his cowl, Bones walked through the shadows of the crowd, knowing all to well what open air meant when docked. He finally spotted his query; A young elf and a young man chatting about all sorts of mischief. He slinked through the crowd like a snake, finally reaching his Captain and mate. [color=ed1c24]"Captain, yer little gamblin' debt business is semi-cleaned up. Da' posh prick groveled in fear, but 'e kept swearin' to god he didn' hav' da' coin. 'oweve'...[/color] he sneaked a pouch in-front of the young captain. [color=ed1c24]"I found 'dis on 'em. Looks mor' interestin' than coin."[/color] and smacked the human assassin on the shoulder.
[color=ed1c24]"What's a matta' boy? Ain't got 'da fresh 'ill? I bet 'da guard just love to see yer' work! Take 'em a bloody month an' 'ind some drunk to blame it on! Heeeee he hahhahhaahhaha HAH![/color] he laughed with his eye twitching. He then took the skull at his belt and shook it. [color=ed1c24]"What boy? Ye' smell some Spainis' malt liquor? Well, ain't 'dat a sign!"[/color] he said sprinting into the nearest alleyway.