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[h1]Jameson[/h1]



[i]"Charmed...typical. Bet 10 gold they're all blokes" [/i]

Jameson snorted at the end with a glutinous withdrawal of whatever was bunging up his nose. The last goblet of wine looked like it was finally flushing him a little as his shadowry visage had bloomed into wider eyes and a resting grin. He hastily grappled a tart as soon as they landed on the table and moved it into his maws with the effiecency and speed of a lumber mill processing wood. For once, he swug his wine only with a splash instead of funneling it down. Leaving most of it untouched.


[i]"Time for that later..."[/i] He muttered to himself, sagged with disapointment. 


[i]"It will be fiiine!..."[/i] He cheerily spilled over at Mirror, not holding back his volume and blatantly buzzing voice at her as he widely grinned and lifted his arms out wide. As if to welcome her into this dimension of confidence he was lounging in [i]"Trust me. Old Jamey got a plan. We'll treat them so well, they'll think of more fondly of us than the local tavern wrecth from puberty...uh.."[/i] He broke off from the jeery, unhibited tone as he stopped himself from taking another swig of the goblet. Pushing it away. 

He sniffed.

[i]"Water, please"[/i] He hesitantly mumbled out to a servant with vague wave of his hand.


[i]"Yeah. I got a plan that meets your demands. Going to need some supplies though. and...a personal favor. If you don't mind me telling you in private"[/i] He forced himself into a calmer state, one that obviously took some concentration as he rest his hands at the table and just talked plainly as he watch the water pour.




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