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[Asin]

"Thank you for the food." she bows her head before starting to eat the nice pork stew

"How polite!" exclaims the bartender.

"Quite unlike my usual patrons. I'm Alron Oster, or Foldedfat in the Common tongue."

[piratejoe]

"I am Ilpi, Ace in common. I have to say this stew is quite well made. Expect to see me here every once and a while, as I estimate I will be here for quite some time."

[Asin]

"I am Ilpi, Ace in common. I have to say this stew is quite well made. Expect to see me here every once and a while, as I estimate I will be here for quite some time."

"How wonderful!" Alron exclaims!

[piratejoe]

Ilpi nods and continues to eat her stew at a moderate pace, as to enjoy it and as to not take so long enjoying it that it goes cold.

[Beirus]

Zevran, noticing that the dwarf he was talking to appears to be talking to an elf now, motions again to the barkeep for another tankard of mead, using his size to get the attention of the bartender.

[Asin]

Zevran, noticing that the dwarf he was talking to appears to be talking to an elf now, motions again to the barkeep for another tankard of mead, using his size to get the attention of the bartender.

The barkeep quickly grabs another tankard of mead and gives it to the rhino man.

[endlessblaze]

Star heads into the tavern and ask about the price of a room

[Beirus]

Zevran takes a drink and seems to relax a bit, his eyes sweeping across the other patrons of the tavern for anyone interesting.

[Asin]

Star heads into the tavern and ask about the price of a room.

"Price of a room? 20 copper.", the bartender says.

Zevran takes a drink and seems to relax a bit, his eyes sweeping across the other patrons of the tavern for anyone interesting.

It seems that Bomrek fellow that the veteran was talking about has just walked in.

[Prophet]

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Name: Giz
Age: 33
Gender: Hermaphrodite
Race: Brown Recluse Spider Man
Religion: Other
Profession: Performer/Scholar
Plans of citizenship: Longterm
Appearance: A larger than normal Brow Recluse Spider Man though it is obvious that they aren't the strongest specimen of their kind. As indicated by their thin frame. They are wearing a humble brown hooded robe over their body and foot wraps to cover their feet. On their back is a backpack.

[Asin]

Name: Giz
Age: 33
Gender: Hermaphrodite
Race: Brown Recluse Spider Man
Religion: Other
Profession: Performer/Scholar
Plans of citizenship: Longterm
Appearance: A larger than normal Brow Recluse Spider Man though it is obvious that they aren't the strongest specimen of their kind. As indicated by their thin frame. They are wearing a humble brown hooded robe over their body and foot wraps to cover their feet. On their back is a backpack.

Med looks at the brown recluse person.

"How interesting. I wish you luck here!" exclaims Med with excitement.

[Prophet]

"This one thanks you. Does the one talking know where this one might find somewhere to rest after this one's journey here?"

[Asin]

"This one thanks you. Does the one talking know where this one might find somewhere to rest after this one's journey here?"

Med explains.

"There is a tavern to the left of the entrance. Try there."

[Beirus]

Zevran approaches the dwarf known as Bomrek, carrying his tankard of mead. "You Bomrek? I'm Zevran. Your former comrade over there was talking about you. I'll buy you a drink if you tell me the story of how you lost your arm."

[Asin]

Zevran approaches the dwarf known as Bomrek, carrying his tankard of mead. "You Bomrek? I'm Zevran. Your former comrade over there was talking about you. I'll buy you a drink if you tell me the story of how you lost your arm."

Bomrek notices Zevran.

"Alright, lemme explain. It was during our 5th battle as a squadron. We were sieging our 3rd dark pit at this time. Lots of goblins came violently spilling out of the pits and attacked. A beak dog pinned me and the goblin cut me with a poisoned blade. We got back to our encampment and the doctors had no choice to remove the arm or the poison would spread and kill me. Lose an arm or lose my life. You can see what I picked clearly. Now ya know. Not too spectacular. If you're buying me a drink, get me some rye beer. Stuff's my favorite."