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!qgQuiLLBw2 02/26/11(Sat)23:48 No.14057607>Y'see, I'd love to do that, but I wouldn't want to get any dirt on my stomach. I got stabbed, you know, right here!
So saying, the Bard pointed at his wound, the edges having now turned an angry red color to match the caked blood which made streaked patterns of scarlet down his legs and thighs.
Gritting her teeth, Berna brandished her sword at the Bard, pointing the end at the edge of our hero's wounds.
"Quit yer belly-achin', ya idjit. Once we take out these 'arys, ye'll get patched up jist fine by Cat. Now, go lay down inna mud, like a good little piece o' bait."
>Or what? You'll stab me? Been there, done that, and I do believe I'll have the scar to prove it!
Her eyes hardening, Berna took another step towards our hero, a thin sheen of sweat appearing on her brow.
"Doan tempt me, ya idjit. If'n I cut on ya again, it won't be no lovetap like that scritch I left ye with."
Having said that, Berna motioned towards Tess and Loretta to grab the Bard's arms. Smiling apologetically, Tess took the Bard's left arm in a loose grip, while Loretta grinned evilly and held our hero's right arm in a vice-like grip. Grudgingly, the Bard allowed himself to be led out into the road the two brigands lay him down in the mud.
>Great... My belly's cut open, I'm sitting up to my nethers in mud, I haven't dipped my wick in four days, and I don't have any pants on.
Need I remind you that YOU took off your pants voluntarily, sir Bard?
>You're going to be like this all day, aren't you?
I just might, if you are going to maintain such an attitude, sir Bard.
As the Bard lamented his current state of affairs, the distant sound of wooden wheels and a booming voice drifted through the woods, seeming to come from farther down the trail.
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