"Thar be gold . . . no, that doesn't sound right," Tim muttered. He was hunched over a log, looking into the empty fire pit and hoping for a nice fire. "Thar be gould . . . yeah, that's it." Just a bit of fine tuning, and the pirate accent would be perfected.
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It's a camel. No regrets at all.
Sura slowly led his mount towards the nomad camp. He had taken it all the way from his homeland, and the people here tended to gawk at it's arched back and sandy yellow fur. He soon reached the line of wagons, and dismounted. He then handed the reins to a young boy of about ten. "Would you happen to know where I could find a Sean Rose?" he asked.
@BigPapaBelial Ooh, pick me, pick me! You can play . . . whoever it is you are, and I can play a sarcastic everyman who verbally puts the lord in his place and is promptly executed!
But what about roasting marshmallows over the fire and telling scary stories in a ridiculous pirate accent?
@Zorogami There's nothing wrong with the Tullys. Make the bad men fly!
Sura stood up, hearing a familiar low rumble. He nearly ran to the outskirts of the city, and scanned the plains beyond. There it is! A wagon caravan, jumbling down the road. Within residing one Sean and his family of Rose. He rushed out to greet it.
Tim pulled back his hand suddenly, narrowly missing being hit again by another foam arrow. "Alright!" he shouted into the darkness. "I'm already out! There's no need to hit me again!"
Tim sat down on a fallen log, rubbing the spot where the arrow had bounced off. He didn't know who shot him, but they must have been incredibly lucky or skilled. He looked out into the forest and stuck his thumb up in a "Good job" sort of way, grinning as he did so. Hopefully they got the message.
Sura sat on the steps of the Dinsed University, gazing at the people walking by. He was sitting at a near recline, completely uncaring of the risk of being stepped on. Occasionally, the people he gaze at would look back at him, usually with an offended or unfriendly expression, and hastily walk off. This didn't bother him too much.
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