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*snorts softly*

Not hardly.

Excellent, a like minded individual.

And a pretty one, at that.

Like minded in what way?

And thanks.

Clearly, you agree with me. Unless I'm misunderstanding you, ma'am.

Words just don't mean what they used to.

Guess they're not.

Conflict's got it's place and all, and that's not t'say I'm not one for fighting every now and again. Thing is, I've learned not t'start something I cannae finish.

Interesting accent. Scottish?

It's little more than a matter of boredom. I'd give my bloody legs for a chance to wring someone's neck.

Close enough. *smirks*

Oh? And who bloody well pissed you off them?

Sounds older.

No one in particular. Most get the idea that it wouldn't be too smart. Mostly, I'm pissed off that no one knows how to stage a good fight anymore.

Older'n y'think.

Stage a good fight? *laughs* It's not a fight if it's rehearsed.

Try me.

Not so much rehearsed as it is bloody well planned out right. Old men talking, young men dying.

Ohh, that kind of conflict! Me, I prefer th'hand-t'hand stuff.

And by "conflict" what you mean is "drinking and girls", yeah?

No, Geoffrey.

What I mean is people don;t know how to fight any more.

There's hardly any drinking and girls these days!

Aww, you're pining for the old days again, aren't you? I'm telling you, you've got to get a hobby. That shit's over and done with, mate, and we're not heroes anymore.

Then we're doing something wrong!

Find me a hobby and I'll give it my best, but at this stage crochet just ain't satisfying nothing.

Speak for yourself, wolf, I'm still a bloody great hero.

Crochet is for poofs.

You're not either, you're a twit with a silly accent. Who sings Meatloaf at karaoke.

And here I thought you took a soldier's oath to keep that a secret.

I took no such oath. I just promised to not let you do it again.

I cannot imagine wanting any more conflicts, little or otherwise.

Hello Ranulf, still around I see.

Given, the conflicts that seek you out are a little different from my usual taste.

*chuckles* This surprises you?

True. Conflicts that have actual solutions that occasionally involve slaying someone who deserves it would be a nice change of pace.

Not entirely, just the longer I go without hearing from you, the more sure I am that you've petrified into a rock.

Wolves are so bloody stubborn.

Has it been as long as all that? At any rate, I am not a rock even it does feel as if I have been living under one.

I suppose we are.

Damn right you are.

Geoffrey's headed out your way, last I heard. Drink him under the table for me.

I usually do.

And I will be venturing out from underneath my rock soon enough. Apparently everyone worth seeing is currently in England or Germany.