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-----Gimplefwick then turns around, his eyes open wide in suspicion at the customer that asked him about the name of his bird. His hands reach upwards to covetously protect the parrot, "You mean my preciousss? It wasss a birthday gift. You can't have it." It is obvious the parrot is a stuffed bird.
-----Gimplefwick reaches up and soothingly begins to stroke his colorful bird, "My preciousss...shan't let the dirty nassty elfsess have you...no...preciousss."
-----The halfling baker stares slack jawed at Gimplefwick with a look of shocked disbelief on his face.
-----Sethanales smiles at the girl and says to the shopkeeper, "This girl has a remarkably good idea, I believe I shall follow her example and wait for the next batch." Nodding towards the Dwarf in the chair he asks, "If you have another chair, I shall sit and play wondrous and melodious tunes on my Harp to entertain your customers." He then brings forth a Harp and plays a few bars.
-----He smiles at Gimplefwick and charmingly says, "Perhaps I could play your preciousss a tune?"
-----At the mention of his parrot by the male half elf, Gimplefwick retorts, "Arghhh, now you be leavin me preciousss alone. It's twice the bird that you'll ever be."
-----The Half-Elven girl's eyes widen a bit at the scene. She looks at the young man and the two halflings a bit strangely. She goes over near the dwarf and sits, waiting patiently for the bread to be baked.
-----The Halfling baker, apparently over his shock, puts his hands on his hips. With an increasingly angry look on his face, a redness comes into his cheeks. He looks at all three "customers" in his shop. Sternly he scolds, "I’m tryin’ to run a respectable business here!"
-----A cawing at one of his windows facing the street interrupts him. A crow stands on the sill looking in. In a very quick motion, he runs to the window, shooing the bird away. It flies away, cawing in protest. The baker closes two of the windows, muttering to himself angrily.
-----He turns back around and quickly gets up on top of his counter. "Why don’t we just invite all the priests and paladins over from across the street!" he says, clenching his fists.
-----His eyes finally stop on the dwarf in the chair leaning against the wall, still snoring. "Oh, still here, huh?" the baker says, fuming.
-----He reaches down and scoops up some flattened dough. Quicker than can be believed, he wads the dough into a ball and lobs it at the reclining dwarf. The slightly gooey stuff smacks the dwarf on the right side of his forehead. The startled dwarf snorts, coughs, and awakens. The chair, which was leaning on two legs against the wall, begins to sway. The dwarf’s arms flail out to maintain his balance, but to no avail. The chair’s legs begin to move forward dropping the dwarf heavily down along the wall to the floor. He lands with a solid thud. With his head against the wall, the dwarf looks around blinking his eyes and rubbing his head.
-----"Hey, ya lowlife, ya got people lookin’ for ya!" The angry baker shouts at the dwarf, pulling off his apron. "I’ve told ya a zillion times, this ain’t your hang out! Now ya take yore sneaky stuff outta here ‘fore I wear out my new rollin’ pin on ya!"
-----The dwarf looks up at him, with one eye open. "Aw right . . . Aw right! Ya be simmerin’ down. I’ll be movin’ on."
-----With his legs still up on the collapsed chair, he tries to raise up slightly. He looks at the other three people from between his legs. "So who all be needin’ ta see me?" he asks in a gruff, but businesslike tone.
-----He then begins to peel the sticky dough off his head.
-----Seth continues to strum his Harp, but the tune now has a light humorous tone. He manages to sing a few lines, which actually sounds fairly good, "I got no money, I need some work, if ya know what I mean." He continues to strum, and talks directly to the dwarf, "so you’re the man?"
-----Kazel walks next to the dwarf and lifts his chair by the back, setting him upright again. "I've been looking for you, mister," she says to the dwarf with an amused smile on her face.
-----Gimplefwick eyes the dwarf warily, "Aye matey, if yer name be Picks, then I be here to see ye. The Dread Pirate Gimplefwick am I, here at yer invitation. Be there some pillagin' that needs doin?" Gimplefwick looks proudly at his parrot.
-----"Aye, I be Picks," The dwarf slowly says, still rubbing his head. Both of his bushy gray eyebrows rise as he gets a better look at the halfling. Straightening the cap on his head, Picks says, "Gimplefwick, huh?"
-----He slowly tears his bewildered eyes away from the small pirate and looks at the half elf playing the harp. "Ya suppose ya can quit playin’ that blasted thing long enuff ta tell me who ya are?" He asks with a snarl, "Ya one o’ them bard fellas?" He then waits for the reply.
-----Finally, he turns to the half-elven girl and says, "Me thanks to ye, lass, fer helpin’ me up. What be yer name? That be a interestin’ birthmark ya gots there." He points to a large scar running on the left side of her neck that almost, but not quite, reaches her throat.
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