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[Emperor_Jonathan]

Pandar

"She died from old age. Now, GO AWAY.[/b]"

Little

"One mug? Hahaha. No, they are the prices for a keg of each. And no we don't sell singular mugs."

[Cheeetar]

"Kegs? I'll take one of your finest. I don't think I'll have a room though."

(Man, everything is expensive. I'm reconsidering killing this guy.)

[WorkerDrone]

Crush him with the keg and steal the money from his strong box.

Ironic deaths. The only way to go.

[Siquo]

Let's just kill the old man. Strange that she died of old age and her father is still alive. I don't trust him, let's get it over with.

Draw sword, attack old guy.

[Cheeetar]

Let's just kill the old man. Strange that she died of old age and her father is still alive. I don't trust him, let's get it over with.

Draw sword, attack old guy.

If you get in trouble, I'll protect you. But the actual killing of the man you'll have to do.

[Pandarsenic]

"How did she die of old age when her father is still alive and looking younger than you?" Pandarsenic asks, his eyes narrowing. If he'd caught the old man in a lie, he wouldn't be too averse to executing him that night.

[Emperor_Jonathan]

"I don't know..."

The old man breaks down and cries.

Cheeetar

"One? Alright, here yah go."



Just then a gigantic, tall, muscular man, who ducks his head under the door and strides in. He has a +2 iron helmet, +3 armor, and a +2 axe. The man is covered in military decorations. He has a gold bird on his helmet, another gold bird on the left of his chest and various military awards on his right. He quickens his pace to the old man.

"Father? Is something wrong?"

He looks suspiciously at the four men crowding the tavern.

"What are you doing here?"

What do you do?

Status

Cheeetar:
20hp
Possessions:
Pouch: 2 Platinum Credits, PDA.
Prototype military armor +5
-Dirty, old clothes
- Sword (+0)
-Keg of Finest Ale on Garok
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Siquo:
20hp
Possessions:
Pouch: 2 Platinum Credits, 5 Gold Credits,  PDA.
Dirty, old clothes, 1 pair of leather boots
- Rations
- +0 Sword (Equipped)
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Pandar:
20hp
Possessions:
Pouch: 2 Platinum Credits, 5 Gold Credits, PDA.
Dirty, old clothes, Top Hat (+5 Head Armor)
- +2 Knife (Equipped)
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Little:
20hp
Possesions:
Pouch: 5 Gold Credits, PDA
Old Clothes
- +2 Axe (Equipped)
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[Cheeetar]

"Sorry Sir, we were asking your father some questions about your mother. He dosen't like to talk about her, and I am afraid my colleague may have pushed too hard..."

[Emperor_Jonathan]

"And you shouldn't. Our business is ours alone."

[Cheeetar]

"And you shouldn't. Our business is ours alone."

"As you say. I am sorry. If you wish to share in my ale, you are welcome."
I look around for a mug of some kind to pour the ale into.

[Emperor_Jonathan]

"No, thank you. Is there anything else you wish?"

[Cheeetar]

"No, thank you. Is there anything else you wish?"

"All I wanted was to learn of the remarkable story in which your father escaped with a barmans wife. And now I know."

[Siquo]

((I offer my character-spot to the next in line, the time-zone difference is annoying me too much.))

[Org]

Please me?
AHH!!! DIDNT SEE VLYNNDAR! NOOOO!!!!

[Pandarsenic]

Pandarsenic considers whether to explain further to the human tank.