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Post by Alicath on Apr 16, 2011 21:19:58 GMT -6
[The Eagle and the Conjurer is a tavern located in a small village deep in the coastal region of the land. Its hot and sticky but the tavern provides some relief from the thick, diseased atmosphere of the town.] [Time: 9:30PM, Weather: Stormy] *Alicath pushes through the rickety door. His thick, black locks are soaked and matted even through his dark blue cowl. The smell of rotted wood and cheap booze wafts through his nostrils.*"Hmph. Better than spending the night in the forest. The insects are as thick as toads here." *He walks up to the proprietor of the tavern and asks for a drink.*"I'll take a local brew." "That'll be two drakes," scoffs the proprietor. The man bends down to pick up a mug from under the counter and cleans the inside of it with his dirty tunic. He then brings the mug over to the tap and fills it clear to the top with a frothy dark ale and hands it to Alicath. *Alicath fights as he tries to gulp down the drink. It's lukewarm and he can feel what can only be described as pulp swish around in his mouth. He then takes a look around the tavern and all of the poor souls occupying it.*"I guess I should make some conversation. Its going to be a long night."
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Post by lillith81 on Apr 21, 2011 19:14:19 GMT -6
*Lillith eyes the new wanderer that just walked in from the murky elements.*
"Hmph. Another adventurer. I bet he's here to scavenge through the ruins nearby."
*She slowly lifts herself up from her chair and nonchalantly glides over to the counter to buy another glass of ale. Her slender build gracefully cutting through the air. Lillith was great at her job as a thief. She knew that wherever she went, she couldn't make a sound.*
"A bottle of Scarlett Port, please."
"You know the price. Seven drakes," the proprietor replies.
*Lillith, now closer to the new being, studies him sharply.*
...That cowl..., she thinks to herself.
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