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Turambar wrote:
Yes it is, Master of Languages. It use to take place the second weekend in october in the marvellos town called Wesel.
So your next visit must be organized very well . . .
me and well organized? dear god, impossible!

but i'll keep track of it now, thanks!
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Well, this uploading images makes me thirtsy.
Maybe the Master of the casts will join me having a drink at Barli´s place ?????
Last edited by Turambar (Sun, Oct16 2011 11:02am)
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Sure Master Archer, but why only one drink? 

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Oh, gone again.... just went to the potty and when you come back the Pony is empty again..... 

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Ahh, you are right Master Ent, after having a closer look I found the man in the dark. Not sitting at the table, but lying under.....
I hope that doesn't have anything to do with me coming from down under....

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Well well, lets have a nice bowl of that you know what, that'll wake him up for sure! 

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If he's on the floor, Nob will find him.
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don't worry Master Ent, I didn't want to pour the water on top of the man, rather into him... 

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But there's no telling what Nob will do with it.
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I assure you that I wasn't asleep or passed out under my table; I was out scouting the country to the west of Bree. Perhaps it was someone else who crawled under there, hopefully you treated him well. I do appreciate your kind words, Master Tree, especially about my pipe; yes, it is very precious to me. Well now, Master Barkeep and Master Caster, with your bad eyes ;-) perhaps it is time we had a drink together with the Tree and any others who wander into the Pony while we are here.
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dear innkeeper, a barrell for the fellas on me, lest their throats become sore from all the banter!
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Well, it was dark under that table.... 
Maybe it was Nob and his cat having a nap.... 

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You've clearly forgotten that it's Bob's cat, not Nob's, Master Caster. In fact the cat, like most cats, is his own master, and merely tolerates the rest of us living in "his" house. (Now there's something that's never occurred to me before - I wonder if Bob's cat is a him or a her? And no, I'm not going to look - I'd prefer to keep all my fingers.)
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Hi everyone, I come for breakfast, anything new to eat ?
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i have loads of food left over from my sister's birthday -- persian (far harad), croatian (mordor, haha) and other dishes looted from various caravans -- help yourself. 
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Barliman wrote:
You've clearly forgotten that it's Bob's cat, not Nob's, Master Caster. In fact the cat, like most cats, is his own master, and merely tolerates the rest of us living in "his" house. (Now there's something that's never occurred to me before - I wonder if Bob's cat is a him or a her? And no, I'm not going to look - I'd prefer to keep all my fingers.)
what about this cat:
http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Schr%C3%B6dinger%27s_cat
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I prefer my cats to exist.
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cameosis wrote:
i have loads of food left over from my sister's birthday -- persian (far harad), croatian (mordor, haha) and other dishes looted from various caravans -- help yourself.
Merci Cameosis. Bon appétit ! 
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What, Bob has a cat too? 

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cameosis wrote:
i have loads of food left over from my sister's birthday -- persian (far harad), croatian (mordor, haha) and other dishes looted from various caravans -- help yourself.
Ahh, thank you. Now I expect your own birthday . . .
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Yes, he is rather good, isn't he? I wonder how tall he is.
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