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 Posted: Mon Sep 22, 2008 4:12 pm
Micarreth was not going to accept it. No. Absolutly -not-. There was smply no way that he would let himself be placed in a shop owned by Tal. He may as well just throw himself before a surface elf and gamble on their weak stomachs to keep them from outright killing him. Entering Tal's own place would be just as much a gamble.
Yet he could not find a good enough argument to counter what the mage claimed. If he already had enough magical knowledge perhaps then he could have. For now he would just have to be...cautious...
And controlled. Micarreth's face flushed with heat at Tal's insinuating comments. It did not help his pride any to be termed 'adoreable' either.
"Wha!? I am not--- I would not--- You are....Ngggh!" Micarreth bit down on his tongue tip. He wanted to growl at Tal that the last thing he was going to do was go and vithin play with himself! Much less fantasize about HIM of all drow! If Mica wished for something physical he'd go looking for a female!
"Just...just go." Mica flicked a hand forwards, intending for the mage to either lead the way out of the hall or let him pass so he could..well...very quickly make his own way home.
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Posted: Wed Sep 24, 2008 11:38 am
A low chuckle escaped Tal's lips as he smiled at the obviously flustered Mica. "Aww don't get so upset with me, my adorable little pet. Though I will say you do look a bit cuter when you're trying not to burst with rage. But bear this in mind Mica, if my little barbs render you unable to string together a coherent sentence, how will you be able to cast a spell in a crisis?" True enough, much of what Tal said was just to provoke the young assassin, but there was another motive at work. The biggest obstacle to Mica learning anything useful was his own temper, Tal would have to get the boy to learn to focus and concentrate better, if they were to make any progress.
"I'll let you know when my workshop is ready to receive visitors, little viper. Until then try not to get yourself killed. And needless to say, keep that infernal ring secret!" Flashing one last smile at Mica, Tal turned and left the bar, his mood far better than when he arrived. He had hopes for Mica, the young assassin could be a useful tool, assuming they weren't forced to kill each other before the tool was honed.
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