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Post by acastus on Mar 5, 2007 19:08:28 GMT
Acastas leant on the counter lazily as the goblin peered at him through a pair of silver-rimmed half-moon spectacles, "What was the name?" it asked in a nazilly tone that gave away nothing, not even its sex, "Von Grimm, Safron." Acastas replied with a slight air of irritation. He hated his name, Safron Acastas Von Grimm, so much that he called himself only by his middle name these days. To save embarassment. How ironic that the slightly femine, pretty boy would be Safron. Damn his parents. At least Beau had a reletively more... manly name. Safron and Beau? What a pair. "And you wish to withdraw?" the Goblin interrupted Acastas' sulky daydream, "Yes S'il vous plait," he replied curtly, "this much." He slid the slip of paper under the window. "I see," the goblin jumped from his stool and hobbled around to the side of the counter Acastas was on, "follow me sir."
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