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Rook Scarbin	Sep 8 2008, 01:35 PM
Level One Poster Posts: 21 Group: Unassigned Member #65 Joined: September 3, 2008	To hear Ariel mention having expected to see him with a crop of dibbuns clustered around his legs made Rook laugh with a volume that very nearly shook the rafters of the tavern. His eyes brimmed with tears and his shoulders shook, needing a full minute or two to regain his composure. After he'd finished and wiped his cheeks, he set their table back in place and pulled a chair up while encouraging her to do the same. "I told the last ottermaid who struck my fancy that I'd only ever be this good looking and she ran for the hills! HA! Listen, I may have been a rouge in Ruddler, but it seems I'll only ever be married to my blades. That's the whole reason I'm here! Redwall is at peace, which, if I may speak frankly, is a tad boring. Something inside me is itching for one more good fight." He rapped his knuckles on the table, partly to punctuate his enthusiasm and partly to signal the barkeep. She didn't seem to appreciate that very much, her withering glance back at the pair causing Rook to shrink in his seat. He mumbled something incoherent and dug into his cloak, producing a pawful of coins which jangled in his fist like tiny bells. This seemed to sweeten Burku's mood. She vanished behind the bar and came back with a pitcher and two mugs of frosty apple cider. Rook opened his mouth to speak but she cut him off, leaning over him to snatch the silver from between his fingers. "Youssa' keep bringin' coins like deez ah'n ye' kin break all tha' dishes ye' want, ruddertails." Jamming his thumb against his nose, Rook waggled his fingers at her back as she returned to her post, his eyes crossed while he whistled a mocking tune. The squirrel ignored him. "Bah, let them have their fun. We'll have our own little party and catch Roe when she's not so busy."
	Dictius Te Necare

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