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| Jacob Scobin | Aug 2 2008, 11:33 PM |
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"Aye, sir. Name's Jacob Scobin. And I haven't seen the harbor yet, though truth be told, I was hopin' to. Water'n all... 's good fer an otter." Jacob saluted, then faded quickly back into his normal way of existence - seemingly unfazed by most of what went on around him. He had recognized the vole's face before the introduction, even if he couldn't put a name to it. Even without the name, he had been aware that the beast who stood next to him was one of those who held power at the fort. This knowledge, in fact, had been a large part of why he had responded the way he had when first greeted. It was rather silly, now that he thought about it, but better safe than sorry. It didn't matter now, at least. There was every indication that High Commander Duran Swiftpike was every inch a reasonable, noble creature. "Might I ask if there are any plans for these tunnels, besides leading to the harbor?" |
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11:16 PM Nov 24