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[nieliqui]

Nieliqui: *tug* Want a glass of water.

Halbarad: Oh? Well, I suppose we shall have to get you one!

Nieliqui: Yay! ...Where is your shirt?

Halbarad: Erm. *eyedart*

Nieliqui: *trying to see past you into the courtyard* I bet you left it out there.

Halbarad: Yes...yes I believe you're right. One moment. *ducks back outside and grabs a

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[gorlim]

*He prances around singing "Charlotte the Harlot" to anyone who will listen.... which, after about the 18th time through, is not many. Mercifully, Halbarad's re-entry is timed to perfectly coincide with the instant after somebody with an ear for musical appreciation takes pity on the general population and beans Gorlim with a bucket. He spins around and, catching sight of Halbarad and the girl, waves happily, slurs "Hiya, Halby!" and then promptly falls over*

[halbarad]

*sighs and rights Gorlim* This is Nieliqui. She'd like to hear you sing. In the morning. When you're sober.

[gorlim]

What d'you wanna be sober for? I c'n do Charlotte the Harlot Lay Dying even betterer!

*takes a deep breath*

Charlotte the Harlot lay dying,
A piss-pot supported her head,
The blow-flies were buzzing around her,
She lay on her left tit and said:

I've been had by the army, the navy,
By a bullfighting toreador,
By dages and dronges and dinges,
But never by HALB'RAD before!!

*rolls over giggling, unable to finish the chorus, which is probably a good thing for all concerned...*

[halbarad]

*quickly claps a hand over your mouth*