Ricky and Odis are left to be temporarily running their partner's stall, with little experience on pricing the fish.
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by Ricky Maze on December 17th, 2012, 7:11 am
Ricky kept a frown from showing as he heard the customer mention that they were classmates and not friends, it was clear that this studious man was indeed one of those snobby types that was at the University. It did have its share of those as of course a mixed variety within its halls, Ricky seemed to be the unfornate one today since Tel had left him to run the stall. He had hoped that should things go well that this tough customer would be pleased with his purchase, and that Ricky had not sabotaged his partner's business.
"Ricky is just fine sir, my good friend Telion is the one who runs the stall. Ten pounds comin right up!" Ricky agreed as he gathered the bass together, listening to the customer's comment on his companion. "Aye, fantastic companion he is. Picked him up off the streets when a few boy's were pickin on him and he follows me home right after, he does." Finally he has gathered the bass in an accumaltive worth of ten pounds, or so he was sure of anyway. "There we are, that'd be ten nilo good sir!" He cheered with a friendly grin, rather proud that he managed to put together the deal.
"Ruff ruff!" Odis barked as he jumped up to show that he too was excited, tail wagging as he watched Valerius to show he knew that he was being asked about. Ricky patted the pup affectionately for a chime before returning to the task at hand.
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by Valerius Nitrozian on March 19th, 2013, 3:20 pm
„Ricky“, Valerius repeated the man’s name with a frown. He was quite aware that he had not been given a last name. The fisherman was either a bastard who didn’t have a last name or involved in some kind of illegal business that required for him to keep his identity a secret.
„My name is Valerius Nitrozian, of Ravok“, he introduced himself. „I have a dog myself, an Akinva Deerstalker. They are the best hunting dogs“, he remarked proudly. Of course Ricky wouldn’t know anything of hunting, being a simple fisherman. And of course the man wouldn’t understand the Ravokian’s motive for buying people he didn’t even like fish either.
„It’s good that you rescued him“, he said with a nod at the dog, and the look on his face softened marginally. Valerius didn’t care at all if people got hurt, but he was fond of dogs, in his own strange way.
„Here you are.“ He handed Ricky the required amount of money, secretly wondering why the Zeltivans had named their money ‚nilo’. It sounded simply ridiculous. |
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