Atton in London

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Will opens the door not far from the road for Atton,

"If ye 'ead in the same direction as 'fore, should 'it London soon an I'll be 'bout round 'ere. Dinna get too 'urt."

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Ham can't move fast enough and he falls over at the ankle hit as Atton's punch ends up hitting his nose and he growls,

"I yield!"

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Atton laughs, crouching.

"Hey, you're not nearly so smug now," Atton says. It's playfully teasing. Sort of.

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"Ye're better than 'xpected."

Ham starts to slowly stand up and offers Atton his hand.

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Atton shakes his hand, pats him on the shoulder, and grins.

"We should do this again, sometime."

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As he gets upright though he's still bent over, Ham laughs,

"Aye, aye, Paul, give this man the purse, 'e's won it."

The man who Atton first spoke to grumbles and hands the a purse that's fairly heavy to Atton.

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"S'lotsa money," Atton says, thoughtfully. "Thanks."

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"Oh aye. We're usually 'ere 'fore Sunday since got our coin yesterday."

Ham explains to Atton.

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"I'll remember that. Here, 'fore Sunday, if I want another fight. Great."

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"Aye."

Ham slowly gets down and heads off to get a drink as the others watch Atton warily.

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Atton cheerfully gets his shirt, boots, belt and jerkin back on, attaches the purse to his belt, and heads off.

They may get a chirpy wave as he goes.