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Post by Brandwyn on Feb 23, 2011 11:44:43 GMT -5
Tony followed Sklaw's gaze and wasn't surprised to see a very comely woman enter and search the room with her eyes. He also made note that the woman's eyes narrowed in irritation at the site of Sklaw. He filed that information away for future use.
She walked over and Sklaw introduced them, "Tony the Razor and assorted other names, meet Catalina Rose. Catalina, meet Tony."
Tony rose, wiping his mouth and then his fingers off with a cloth napkin and reached for her hand as he gave her a sweeping bow in his usual fashion.
"Very nice to meet you, Lady. Sklaw's discription didn't do you justice. Your beauty cannot be expressed by mere mortal words." It was his usual greeting, but he delivered it with sincerety. He could tell by the way she moved that this woman was very much like the one that had so recently sent him up the river. He would have to be very careful of his words and actions around her. One female entanglement was one too many and he already had at least two. Still, most women responded to flattery favorably and she was pretty.
Sklaw beat Tony to assisting her into a chair so he resumed his seat and his meal, albiet eating with far less vigor than before in deference to the Lady. He turned to Sklaw waiting for him to explain his plan, wishing he would get on with it. Time was wasting and the King could be getting farther and farther away every minute.
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Post by Brandwyn on Jun 6, 2011 11:01:06 GMT -5
Tony motioned to the ever hovering waiter and deposited two more coppers into his hand.
"Drinks for my friends here and whatever food the Lady cares to order. I will have another mug of ale if you please." He smiled at Catalina as the waiter nodded and deftly pocketed the coin in spite of his hands being full of dirty dishes from another table at the moment.
"One moment, My Lady, and I shall return to take your order." He bowed and then scurried off to deposit the armload of dirty mugs and plates in the kitchen.
"Well, Sklaw, are you ever going to spit out your idea? Time is wasting and I doubt the Baron is going to wait around for us." Tony sat back and crossed his arms, having finished most of his meal by now.
As time went by, Tony was feeling less and less good about pursueing the Baron. As it stood right now, his smartest course of action was to sail off and deliver his cargo according to his original plan. He was sorry about the King, but at this point his involvement was purely as transport only. That giant, Wesley, had been the one to abduct the King, not Tony. No one would know.
And yet, Sklaw had known. How? He could think of only two ways, either Sklaw had seen the King come aboard, or someone had informed Sklaw. Tony suspected the latter. The chances that he had seen Wesley grab the King and make his way through the city to Tony's ship, knowing it was the King trussed up in that sack was slim to none. No, Sklaw had been tipped off by someone. Tony had a good idea of who too.
Still, it would be one pirate's word over another's if he had to talk his way out of trouble concerning this matter. Tony could handle that. Yes, he should just get up and tell Sklaw to do as he wants, but he wasn't going to get involved any further. It was out of his hands now.
He was about to do just that when the waiter reappeared and deposited a huge mug of ale in front of him and cleared his dirty dishes. 'I suppose it won't hurt to wait long enough to hear Sklaw's plan, then I can decide what I am going to do.' Tony thought and took a sip of his drink.
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