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 Posted: Thu Jan 29, 2009 9:49 am
Meant as a rebuke or not, the comment stung. What crafter would enjoy an insult to their haggling skills, after all? "I ah...meant it as a gift. She insisted," he explained. It was true that he hadn't tried very hard to insist on the gift, but what would that matter to this Elite? He was fairly sure Wildcraft was coming to the conclusion that Emery was a lost cause for information, and he himself was wondering what had possessed him to interfere in the Elite's business in the first place.
Oh...right, Bushfire. Not that she would ever know of the slow torture he was undergoing on her behalf, but that was Emery's lot in life.
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Posted: Thu Jan 29, 2009 1:41 pm
"Of course, I see." He replies simply, offering no further explanation or indication that he understands or even cares. "Well, if you have nothing else to offer then you may as well depart." Shrugging his wings to allow the feathers to re-settle, the Elite doesn't seem to be getting ready to leave any time soon. Wildcraft remains steady on his perch, his gaze never leaving the flustered crafter even as his thoughts wander.
He'll definitely have to talk to Bushfire soon. Too many strange little rumours, and this Emery fellow-- well, no. To be fair, he just seems to be odd in general so it's likely not related to the incident at all. There's still too much going on to make Wildcraft happy. Now he just has to decide when to go see her.
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Posted: Wed Feb 25, 2009 12:18 pm
Emery was only too happy to take flight towards home. As far as this Elite was concerned, Bushfire could take care of herself...he himself couldn't defend his way out of a wet paper sack in the face of Wildcraft's unnerving gaze. By Noctus, the back of his neck still prickled from the feeling of being watched! Gratefully the copper crafter landed upon his familiar perch and prepared to lose himself in working on one of his chimes.
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