Joined: Thu Nov 20, 2008 2:47 am
Posts: 305
Location: Holme's Tavern
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Ladies, mermaids, and fairies, I shall have to say my piece, as I've been patiently waiting. My fingers drumming gently on the bar, can no one hear? 
I too wish to know where Xibes is. She is missed!
I must wash glasses and ramble, I like a good ramble, most of my patrons used to ignore me, and nod every now and then in my direction. The wife used to do the same. Your eyes may glaze... 
Yes, Wayland’s brother, I think they need somthing to lighten their moods. The land that they have journeyed from clearly was not a happy one. I am glad I’ve never needed to go too far, this bar suits me just fine, and the patrons make me happy.
Thank you eve naive, that is so kind I shall share the strawberries and pottage with Sweeney, he’s looking very thin and elongated lately.
Ha! That made me chuckle, poor old elf! I guess, you think he's happy dwelling in his self pity. Although I’m sure he is glad of your company as we are.
Oh Philomena, I was a lot slimmer in my soldiering days, I’ve got out of shape, too much radigan pie.
I never fought to kill, my brother Thadgin died in battle, a battle we won, but it was a hollow victory.
Mermaids don’t fight? You would surely do so if your Crystal Cities were invaded.
Yes... I suppose nothing is black and white, I must take care, but between you and me, it’s our leaders that cause the rot. The Queen is silent, and the King, we never hear of him, he may even be dead. I’ve heard that an evil warlock has enchanted them with a chicken....
The land is confusing.... Hard to know good from bad, and who is sane and who is mad! I’m sure Kalvos is no brute, and the outlaws that I know of are neither cruel nor brutal. Although the Chaos Engine are the worst, a twisted gang, but nobody touches them for some unknown reason.
Silas always seemed fine to me, but I’m not fond of pirates, regardless of the corruption and cruelty that runs through the Grimney navy...
Darius Kane does not think straight when he’s been drinking, but I knew his parents, and before they died I said that I’d watch out for him, but he’s squandered all the money they left him, and his gambling is a terrible vice. He needs to be taught a lesson, but the deaths in Toraz won’t bother him, in his eyes life is cheap if it can’t be gambled.
The mirror, I don’t think I can do that yet. What do those that commit evil see? Just wondered.
Wine for all my favourites.
Chicken, a black one, dark magic, they say the Queen and King drank the blood and it poisoned their minds. Who really knows? 
I must go and tap barrels, a pursuit that often takes me several hours as you know. 
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