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Message: <blockquote data-quote="Sparky" data-source="post: 1353258" data-attributes="member: 13681">Ioleta grins and shrugs. She turns her attention back to the barman. Her brow furrows at the man's flat and rather plain disdain. She takes her mug tersely while looking at the cask of Gnome Golden Light out of the corner of her eye. Wonder what a mug of that goes for? Wonder why we didn't go to the 'Dragon... ale is free there. And Joe's a farsight better than this lump. She takes a sip and reconsiders her assessment of the Winged Flute's barman, "Thank you, sir." With all her - sometimes more expeditious than she would like - travel, Ioleta has not had the opportunity to refine her pallette. Something she hopes to remedy.She hops off the bar stool and drags her pack to where the others Tylkin's table. She dips her head to the merchant as his eyes coast across her and she is sure to let him catch her giving him her own once-over. My, my, my. We'll be the most striking wagon the bandits have ever knocked over. She listens to the opening exchange, introducing herself in a lull. "Ioleta Gerrich." She takes a seat when convenient, taking the opportunity to look under the table as she settles her pack. Doo dee doo, don't mind me... dee de dee.The table jumps. "Ow!" Ioleta sits up wincing as she rubs her head ruefully. She looks Tylkin in the eye, "Injury to insult. Three and a half crowns. And meals." She tilts her head at Jaan, Velbrik and Troi, "They really don't eat as much as you might fear."OOC: I realize that I don't post as frequently as the rest of you, so I'm fine with you moving it along whenever you feel the need. I'm still new to PbP, but you should know I'm having a ball exploring this character with the rest of you, your PCs and NPCs. Good times.</blockquote>

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