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>2= NICE TRY! You escape however Duncan is not without clues to your whereabouts, no punishment.
>Double pass: surprising expectations, your roguish escape leaves a good impression +1 re-roll to checks with house Celtigar soldier’s.
>Double double pass: Gain battle companion: Rickard of ‘’Nowhere’’ Untested loyalty/50% death's door
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You dart into cover, moving from shadow to shadow with as much stealth as you can muster in your drunken state, nearby ser Duncan practically roared insults at the gathered men standing to attention, he was calling them every kind of whore and filth with a vigor and energy that put Corly’s worst outbursts to shame, you’d never heard such a torrent from him before and some small part of you suspected with shame that were you in their place you would not have borne the insults with any honor.
<span class="mu-i">’’YOU THINK YOU CAN KILL A UNSULLIED WITH THAT SPEAR’’</span> you heard ser Duncan roar
<span class="mu-i">’’YES SER’’</span> returned a cracking youthful voice, you suppressed a chuckle, the voice sounded pathetic and undignified.
<span class="mu-i">’’HORSESHIT, YOU COULDN’T KILL A CHILD WITH THAT TOOTHPICK, WHATS YOUR NAME SON’’</span> Duncan continued railing against him.
<span class="mu-i">’’SER LORAS SER’’</span> the lad sounded hard pressed and you paused despite yourself.
<span class="mu-i">’’LORAS, THAT SOUNDS HIGHBORN, ARE YOU HIGHBORN?!’’</span> you caught the faintest hint of amusment in ser Duncan's voice.
<span class="mu-i">’’SER NO SER!?’’</span> the lad sounded confused.
<span class="mu-i">’’YOU MUST BE SOME BOY BUGGERER THEN OR SOME SISSY, DO YOU SUCK COCK?!’’</span> you breathed a snicker under your breath, ser Duncan was merciless as a beatblade, no small wonder the men had remained disciplined.
<span class="mu-i">’’SER NO SIR!’’ you could hear the rising heat in the lads voice at the accusation.
You moved closer to the door, you were close enough to smell the salt of the sea air rather than the stale stink of the barracks, crouching low you darted across an opening & felt your Surcoat catch on something heavy and tear as something was pulled with you, you turned and inwardly cursed yourself as you helplessly saw a mail shirt plummet to the ground.
’’BULLSHIT I BEAT YOU SU-<span class="mu-s">*CLUNK*</span> the audible thunk of heavy mail Interrupted Duncan’s abuse and you heard the heavy step of plated boots as he turned towards the errant mail, you felt tension across your brow and contemplated surrender to your fate of a clip around the head and latrine duty, ser Duncan did not tolerate childish antics or fools and you felt very much like both.
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