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Rook Scarbin	Sep 7 2008, 08:11 PM
Level One Poster Posts: 21 Group: Unassigned Member #65 Joined: September 3, 2008	Cheered further by her receptivity, he snatched the napkin out of the air and rubbed clean his face before stooping to help his friend gather the bits of broken glass scattered about the floor. "Greywhiskers, indeed! You should've seen me last year. After leaving the Northlands, I made my way from stop to stop until I happened upon a place called Redwall. Lovely it was, but did they ever feed me! I've never had such vittles, I'll tell you. I had to walk off quite a stomach before showing my face around here." As he joked, he watched Ariel gather the glass with a smile that tipped the scale towards incredulity. Being with her again brought him back to the first time he'd met the stoic female, just a recruit with little notion of where he fit in the bustle of an active Ruddler; a cog without a clock, as it were. To say she'd taken him under her wing would have been an out and out lie. Rather, she busted his tail until he was very nearly afraid of being dangled off the side of her ship for fish bait. Gradually though, he began to understand her method; she'd been forcing him into duties that he'd been wary of. Whether he sank or swam was entirely up to him. As a result, he learned very little in a short amount of time, thanks to her uncompromising approach. To her, Rook still felt he owed a debt. With any luck, their time at the fort would provide him the chance to make amends. Her words snapped him back to the present and he twisted around to see who she meant, squinting. "I'm not sure. It could be..."
	Dictius Te Necare

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