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Tennyson You mean.
spindle-shanked
Ha ha ha.You did it again you insulted Gilan's
height which is a very big part of who he is.
The boy shuffled awkwardly.“But we’re apprentices, and you’re—”
You.Duh.Of course they would say that, they wouldn't say your mediocre guy!Don't be silly.
‘An ordinary archer practices until he gets it right. A Ranger practices . . .’?” He let the phrase hang in the air, waiting for them to finish it off. “Until he never gets it wrong,”
The second arrow, coming within seconds of the first, struck the snarling killer in the heart, dropping it stone dead.
Poor hair-Henry
NOT poor dog. That dog's a cold-blooded killer-Sarah
“She did indeed. She bought a share of the inn at Redmont village and runs one of the finest dining halls for miles around. Chubb’s a regular customer, too.” “Really?”
Good old Jenny.-Sarah
“Really. Apparently, one night he made a suggestion, very politely, I must say, that perhaps a dish might benefit from a hint more spice. She told him, ‘Less is more, Master Chubb. Less is more.’ And then she rapped him on the head with her ladle.”
He he he ha ha ha ho ho ho!!!!!!!!!!-Sarah
Come and find me later.” She leaned forward, kissed him lightly on the lips and slipped away, waving
“So you keep saying,” Halt said. There was a warning tone in his voice that Will recognized. Horace, however, seemed oblivious to it.
Halt is maad…Horace is in for it!
Will turned away to hide a smile.
Will knows whats coming
. . sleek.”
Will hid a smile. Halt was laying it on a little thick, he thought. The indignation, the hurt expression—he knew that his mentor was trying to get the better of Horace in this exchange, working on Horace’s basic good nature to make him feel guilty.
Again.
“What girls were these?” Will put in. “Never mind,” Halt snapped out of the corner of his mouth.
Look out Halt!(*_*)
Will let out a snort of laughter. “You said what?” he said to Halt. Halt ignored him.
Ha
“I’ve waited years to get him back for that!”
Horace is funny!!
It was good to be back on the road, heading for another adventure. It was even better to be doing so in the company of his two closest friends.
Nighty night (x_x)
Dun Kilty.
Sounds intimidating.
“I thought you said hard rations build character?” Will said, managing to stay straight-faced. Halt looked up at him with some dignity. “I have character,” he said. “I have character to spare. It’s young people like you two who need their characters built.”
Ha ha
“Yes. There are always exceptions. Duncan is a fine king. And his daughter will make an excellent queen. That’s why we all serve them. As for Ferris, I confess I wouldn’t be heartbroken if this Tennyson character dragged him screeching off the throne of Clonmel.
Oh, pooh.
But then Araluen would be in danger, so we need to prop him up.” “Unpalatable as that may be,” Will said. “Sometimes we act for the greater good,” Halt said.
And what is the greater good, Halt?
boot.
A boot that so easily can step in poop!
“Greetings, friends! Greetings!” The voice was deep and resonant, the powerful, well-modulated voice of a trained orator. Halt and Horace turned to view the speaker, who was walking toward them. He was a tall, heavily built man in a long white robe. In his right hand, he held a staff. Flanking him, but a few paces behind, were two identical figures. They were massively built, well over two meters in height. Tall as the leader might be, he was dwarfed by these two men. Both were totally bald. Horace studied them for a few seconds, then turned his attention back to the speaker.
bluffing.” “Probably. But he’s still got the watchmen outnumbered.
“Oh, it’s a case of they think I’ll think that they’ll do A, so they’ll do B because I wouldn’t think they’d think of that but then because I might think I know what they’re thinking they’ll do A after all because I wouldn’t think they’d think that way,” Will said. Halt looked at him for a long moment in silence. “You know, I’m almost tempted to ask you to repeat that.” Will grinned.
Choclate coating makes it go down easier
(Max) you are a rotten liar.
“I hate young people,”
Because Their not old.
“What’s Horace looking so enigmatic about?” Will asked. A faint trace of a smile touched Halt’s lips. “Someone gave him a stale fish,” he said, and was gratified by Will’s puzzled reaction. Sometimes, he thought, you had to keep these youngsters guessing.
Liaaaar§;Humperdink Humperdink Humperdink! A stale fish? Liar.
