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Gordan	Jul 27 2008, 03:22 AM
Member Posts: 11 Group: Members Member #17 Joined: July 11, 2008	"Well... If I had to get a job, it has to be combat related. And smithing ain't my thing, and neither is any sort of weapon making, like fletching and the like. I used to serve as a mercenary with a group of humans. I could do body guard work, military. Anything. Just need a weapon and a position." He looked up at the woman. He had gained a lot of human customs. Like the males natural reaction to stumbling, cursing. During the walk, he tripped on his own foot, distracted with looking up and her, rather than at the ground he was walking across. He only fell to his knee, causing a slight pang of pain that quickly faded. He stood up quicker than he fell, trying to hide his embarrassment. Wasn't that lovely? He was trying to get a job and couldn't even walk. He took a swig of his whiskey, trying to maintain his cool. He was almost laughing at himself. Stupid, Stupid, STUPID! He thought. He was like any other male human. Had to impress the ladies. But not push himself upon anyone. He wouldn't want anyone like that now anyways.


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