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A well intentioned visior says...

*pulling a and full of black walnuts out of his pocket and placing them on the bar*

My sweet Mary I shall miss you always but you knew me well.*smiles and start smashing them open with his fist on the bar*

*Every so often he still gives Sabrina a glance followed by a frown of deep thought*

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A well intentioned visior says...

::sniffs her weak, watery ale after seeing the warrior's pleasure after drinking his... and wonders if that sniveling little barkeep has deliberately given her inferior ale! :: Her brow furrows deeply as she snaps her head around to find the weaselly little wretch ::

"Barkeep!" she bellows, and pounds her hefty fist on the oaken table.

Edited: FarSeer on 20th Jan, 2008 - 10:41pm

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A well intentioned visior says...

*Slightly startled by the loud bellow he turns to see what the issue is. Proceeds to ponder the deep sound of the commandment in her voice.*

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Gwynedd Tavern Owner says,

* Comes over quickly as though he is expecting a prize *

Yes meh love, ah I mean ye 'warrior-ness', is all pleasurable for thee today?

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A man seems to meld into existence through the shadows in the corner. He pulls out a chair from underneath a drunken fool and places the chair back, on the man's chest of course.

He takes a seat, a huff of air coming from the man as air is expelled from his lungs and he slowly but surely starts to pull himself from under the chair. The man, paying no nevermind, props his feet upon the table and signals to the barkeep.

"A whiskey sir!" he calls across the room. He pulls from a pouch at his side a roll of white cloth, which he proceeds to wrap around a nice gash on his upper arm. He seems to be focusing on the cloth but in truth he is surveying the room with a sweep of his eyes.

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Gwynedd Tavern Owner says,

* Being confused for not having see the man before he rushes over *

Pleasant day lad, will ye like me to get the wenches to bring some grub as well?

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"Just the whiskey." he says, looking up to the man. he ties the cloth tightly and reached for a few coins in his pocket.

"How much would that be?" he asks the man, shifting the coins around in his hand, his eyes quickly flitting from person to person.

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Gwynedd Tavern Owner says,

Just one piece of the glittering wonder that makes life enjoyable.

* Walks off winking at his fond maiden on the way. After awhile he returns with whiskey and a look of chatter *

So ye be new here? Where hast thou hailed from and what brings ye to the best Tavern in the world.

* Grins while almost digging his nose, but he restrains *