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OOC: sorry, messed up!

Fervol slams down 12 silver pieces on the table all the while gulping the ale and finishing it.

Fervol taps his weapons and says "Well, that seems like a good place to start."

"Call me paranoid, but I suspect they're cultists..."

"Usually, huh?" Have there not been sightings of Ogres in these parts recently?"

Fervol takes a swig, sets the mug down, and while still looking at the ale says "Ogres." After a few seconds, he shifts his eyes to John, waiting to judge his reaction.

Fervol nods at John and just says "Fervol" He sits down.

Whoa... Congratulations!!! :D

Fervol gets up to go, standing by the table, looking at his new companions, anticipating they will also get up to leave.

Fervol looks briefly at the waiter, then turns his attention to the new friends he just met, with a somewhat quizzical look, awaiting their response.

"I have a lot of leeway in how I deal with cultists. In terms of skill, I think I'm more like your friend than you. If you two do not mind, I say we head out together, and find your Ogre."

"Not yet. I just arrived... I wouldn't say I hunt Ogres regularly, but I do hunt cultists regularly."

"Buisiness-heh. I heard Ogre activity has increased here of late, which leads me to suspect a cult of some sort. I don't like cults..."

Fervol gets up slowly from his table, and walks over to the table the adventurers are occupying. As he slowly looks around the room: "Lets just say that you don't look like the rest of the folk here" He sits down. "I mean no offense, but from your looks, you aren't here simply for rest. Am I...

Holy crap. I pay to have my lawn (backyard and all) mowed every two weeks. Only because I hate doing it. I'd rather shovel snow twice than mow the lawn once. However, after that story.. I don't think I'll ever mow the lawn again.