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Posted 15 July 2005 - 05:08 AM

- "Dat a good place?" Tazok grunted, indicating the saloon doors of the Den of the Seven Vales. A loud bellow of joyous drinking could be heard from the barroom, and a sound of breaking glassware and splashing liquid made him immediately feel at home.
- "Verily, it is a dank pool of base corruption," Anomen said, "but I suppose it is the best place to take the likes of you..."
- "Hey, dat one on my list!" Tazok smiled. "You got it from 'The B... buxom Maiden on the Bed of Roses'?"
- "Pray, what is your... list?" Anomen asked, already regretting that he did.
- "Me show you right when we go for ale. You wait."

- "'Tis not becoming a knight to drink alcoholic beverages," Anomen said reproachfully. "I will have juice."
Tazok stared at him from his heights, dumbfounded.
- "You... never drink? Always just juice?" An edge of panic crept into his voice. A new life and a purpose was all well and good, but some things seemed like too much to ask.
- "I do occasionally drink a few glasses of quality wine to go with a meal, but no more than that."
Tazok uttered a deep sigh of relief and seated his large behind on a ridiculously small barstool, the patrons making way in awe.
- "A paladin could drink ale as well?" he still enquired suspiciously.

- "Probably. Both of the liquids are nectar of folly, as my father is living proof of," Anomen said bitterly. "Er... never mind. The list?"
Tazok enthusiastically fished the list from his belt pouch, unwrinkled it and proudly brandished it for Anomen to admire.
- "Dis side of the list are words me must study to talk like a knight."
Anomen took a long, weary look at the list. M'lady. Dank pool of base corruption. Smite. Virtue. Villain. Vile. How dare you. Foul beast. Prithee. He had a vague feeling that someone was having fun of him, but it didn't seem to be the eager ogre. He was uneasily aware of people associating him with the beast who wore the holy symbols of Tyr, no less. But he didn't want to anger it in case it ripped his head off or something. Could Emilia's story of the calling be true? It was preposterous - but surely Tyr would smite such a villain if it dared to defile his holy symbols?

- "I am... sure you will be able to spend some time in your efforts to learn the proper speaking patterns befitting a holy warrior," Anomen said.
- "Yeah, but dat not the only thing me have to practise! You know..." the ogre suddenly fell silent, averting his gaze and looking really uncomfortable.
What NOW? Anomen really wasn't sure he wanted to know.
- "You... have known lady Emilia? A long time?" Tazok asked nonchalantly, not looking Anomen in the eye.
- "Aye. I have been honored to travel with her, being one of the heroes wiping the evil of Bhaal forever from the Realms!"
This didn't seem to impress Tazok very much.
- "She... me not really care but... just making... conversation, you see... she have had a s...suitor?"

Anomen stared for a second, blushing and swallowing.
- "She is a HALF-ORC," he managed.
Tazok frowned and stared blankly at him.
- "Dere a reason why half-orc exist. The same way as half-elf," he said.
- "Ah, but the word 'suitor' implies romance and civility, not merely a hasty copulation...."
Suddenly Anomen could not breath very well. A massive green hand was hauling him upwards, and his face was far too close to the predatory tusks.

- "Me will not have any knight talk disrespectully of fair lady Emilia!" Tazok growled.
- "Agh, sorry... forgive me..." Anomen croaked. The ogre let go, but still glared at the cleric.
- "'Tis just that I am bit... unused to the... mating practices of... the tusked folk," Anomen whispered, shaking.
Tazok considered this, then nodded.
- "Me will forgive you if you help me write poem. A love poem. As an excerise. Not specially to anyone. With tusks."




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