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"So I must ask you all - who here will help us to rebuild the Green Dragon Inn?"
Snaveling sat with his bowl of stew in his hands, and his heart sank into his very toes as he heard this. He did not even need to look up to know that it was Roa who had risen to her feet, and he did not even need to listen to hear what she said. "I will help -- as will this Man." And he knew that she was pointing at him.
Valthalion, of course, leapt to his feet and swore that he would single-handedly rebuild the Inn. Snaveling buried his face further into the steam from his bowl and wished he were anywhere but here. . .
Snaveling hated manual labour.
Last edited by Child of the 7th Age; 02-20-2004 at 01:12 AM.
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