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 Posted: Tue Nov 28, 2006 4:24 pm
Charlot's eyes flicked from the forge up to Phillipe's. Interesting... very interesting. He stepped away from where he'd been leaning, grabbing his hat and coat.
"Line em with silver then.. sounds like they'd b'worth more t'me later.. case shite 'its th'fan and all that, aye?" He flashed a casual smile, as if he hadn't noticed anything amiss with Phillipes story.
He stepped past him, offering his hand out as he came up. "Thanks for th' elp- if y'need anythin', lemme know."
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Posted: Tue Nov 28, 2006 5:09 pm
Phillipe nodded, quite ready to have the temporary 'smithy' back to himself. "Wii," He pulled one thick leather glove off of his hand and took Charlot's in a friendly shake. Rather than let go he held it a moment longer in his cool grip and looked the other man in the eye.
"M'sieu Charlot, you look likea man who knows 'is way around t'e world, non? ....Alò....if'in ya want silver t'en bring me some, silvouple." Phillipe gave Charlot's hand a final shake. "Or not. It is yours to decide, mein I don' care w'ere you get it from...."
Buy it, steal it, whatever. I aint' gettin' it for ya. Is what that seemed to say in the most civil of terms.
With a final nod and a wry smile he turned back to his work, "Bonju, mon aymee, com back soon..."
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