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Amien turns in his seat to watch the Dwarf explain himself through his life's story, quietly drumming his fingers on the bar counter while listening. He becomes piqued at the display of being able to flood himself with an entire drink so skillfully, "While you're learning about.. Things.. And...

Amien takes one of the chips without a second thought, answering, "One of those magic bags to carry my things in." He takes a bite of the chip he took, and in just a few chews, a dwarf is brought to the bar where they're at with a very apparent story to tell. Hearing of his plight, Amien holds...

Amien is almost level 3.

Amien eventually returns back to the Tavern after some time spent at the Pearl, and makes his way back to the seat that he finds has been marked with a bag placed upon it. He sets the bag on the counter and sits back towards the bar, and asks the tender for another drink.

Amien comes in at some point in his free time, heading up to the counter to speak with the keeper, "Is it possible to find some healing potions this time 'round? I also want to look at your magical items." Potion of Cure Light Wounds x2 1d100=33, 1d100=14 - Success for both: 100 GP Handy...

Amien raises a brow... at his empty drink. It has been a few minutes since he last spoke, leaving things a bit awkward, so he informs Galandra, "I'm going to head to the Pearl for a moment." He leaves his seat and adjusts the comfort of his belt before effortlessly walking through the now highly...

Amien is almost level 3, would he be considered too high level for the upcoming first level adventure?

Somehow caught in conversation with the little halfling and the lady now, Amien's eyes trail off for a moment. He eventually looks back and smiles, "That is a nice offer, but some of the stew I've eaten the last few days have ruined my sense of appetite.. And.. I don't intend to get that drunk...

After a couple of second's pause, Amien eventually figures out that he is being talked to by a face looking straight at him. It his brain repeats what she asked in his head. Why... Why does everything he say at a low volume somehow manage to be heard? He could be at the bottom of a canyon...

Amien comments quietly after hearing the raised voice, "Somebody only now figured that out?" His biases are pretty apparent.

Amien is still alive and well despite being capable of risking his life through anything he says. He begins drinking his ale while being spoken to, almost doesn't notice the halfling from the corner of his view, but when he does he does notice her equipment and her appealing features. Setting...

Looking over to Galandra as she describes her sister, Amien scratches his cheek and his eyes trail upward as he tries to think, the features described seeming too good to be true, "What you describe sounds like a perfect woman, and I know for sure I've never seen a perfect woman up close." He...

Amien looks over his shoulder but his body still facing the bar in his intent to keep himself in occupation at the spot, easily distracted by the fancy elf and his collection of distractions following about him. He responds to Galandra in a bit of bewilderment, "Not a damned clue what I was...

Quietly retreating from the scene, Amien makes his way to the bar as well, making his way to a seat near where Galandra is at, but not one right next to her, "I'll have a spiced ale." He glances over to her, "I guess you're not one of the names drawn either, huh? I suppose I should use my free...

Amien snaps his fingers and mutters silently. It's the adventure that got away. He is just about to turn away before he feels something tug at him. Looking back, he notices the small lass holding up what must have been a feather from that colorful giant 'mosquito' that was biting at him. He...

The blonde man with a careful maneuver in passing through the packs with a graceful science, nearly makes it to the bar before he begins to hover over the half-ling handing out pamphlets, curiously weaving his body to get various views of the pamphlets. With his eyes following each pamphlet of...

Hmm, which adventure would this be or is that still in the works?[/COLOR]

As long as I'm allowed in, then I'll be up for it.[/COLOR]

As Amien starts to head to the bar himself while carrying a heavy sack over his shoulder, his eyes narrow at the raven as he walks by. It's no wonder the parrots haven't followed him back to Vezna, it's like they knew there would be another bird here to take post. If his looking is noticed by...

About a minute after the girl enters, so then does a distinct smell of the open sea, pausing in his step to look and check to see if he managed to kick off most of the dried sand from his boots. Glancing over the room, and seeing that the tavern is in a very busy moment, calls out to nobody in...