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Message: <blockquote data-quote="H.M.Gimlord" data-source="post: 5144388" data-attributes="member: 79440">The sun has gone down outside, and presently two things of note happen.  First, Jahred, the man with the mail shirt and emblazoned tunic, stands with a few others at his table and addresses the bartender from across the room, "Blagarm!" he bellows, "I'm off on my beat.  Take care of your," he swings his gaze around the room, "charges.  You know where to find me if you should need me."  With that, he begins to walk out of the room.[sblock=Talon, Riardon, Jin]You notice that Jahred has not been drinking[/sblock]Second, as Jahred is making his way to the door, a towering dragonborn walks into the room.  His proportion is ordinary, but as he moves through the room, it becomes apparent that he's nearly a head taller than all the other patrons of the inn.  Blue scales sparkle in the light of the lamps and sconces with hints of iridescent purple from underneath a hauberk of tough, scorched hide.  His hands bear small scars, and though hearty, he looks tired as if he's been working extremely hard.  He smiles a friendly hello to Jahred, and slaps him on the back as they pass.  Then, as he turns to look over the common room, his eyes shoot up in surprise.  He appears to suppress a belt of jovial laughter and makes his way over to Rujah, clapping him on the shoulder, "Algbo! Vorq svabol wiapi persvek shafaer Bahamut ulph altiuiri!" He leans in closer and whispers, "Tir ti qe kiri wintektora ini nomenoi rekisixi. Astahii geou itrewic korja algbo mrith wux."  Then, facing Rujah once more, he continues in a louder voice, "Sia ominak ui Ixenvalignat. Svabol ui dout? svaklar re wux de?" He smells of slag mixed with ozone, like cold, stormy weather.[sblock=Translation (Draconic)]"Well look what flies in on Bahamut's wings!" He leans in closer and whispers,  "Do not be too frightened by these creatures. They will get along well with you." Then, facing Rujah once more, he continues in a louder voice, "My name is Firebyrne.  What's yours?  Where are you from?"[/sblock]</blockquote>

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