
Originally Posted by
MisterWildeStone
Ooh!
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If I may?
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"That's hardly very kind" A low baritone emerged from some foliage. A tall, strapping young fellow with a dark, groomed goatee stepped forward from the nearby wood, the sun shined on his shaven head.
"You oughn't just go around demanding people's sweets and trinkets, Fae. The least you could do is offer him something in return." Ever the contrarian, Ampton "D'Amr" Smet had always been of the mind that he respected Fae so long as they respected men in kind, handling each one on an individual, case-by-case basis. His gaze then fell on the man accosted.
"Pardon the intrusion. The smithy gets quite hot and confining at times. I'd gone out for a stroll and was on my way back when I happened upon your encounter. I understand what we've all been told of the Fae, but that doesn't mean I mean to tolerate rudeness and intimidation." D'Amr looked back to the Fae. With a stern, though not openly hostile look on his face, he lightly gripped the hilt of his smithing hammer.
"So, Fel, what will it be? I believe an apology is in order."
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Came up with that on the fly in response to your earlier post. If you don't like where I'm going with this, by all means ignore me and continue your story as intended without hard feelings or further interruption from me. I just got a wild hair and thought we might have some fun together.