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<blockquote data-quote="Antithetist" data-source="post: 5247452" data-attributes="member: 88443">The ogre pants and wheezes, winded from Baracus's blow and looking increasingly defeated as Grys and Serris talk. He maintains a sullen silence for a few seconds before grunting &quot;...ya. Ya, fine, I hear of them, drinking in here, okay. I was not meet them myself, I was making very busy that night, but I have friends - they tell me after, some dumb topsiders come in here and drinking, asking about temple. You are look for temple too? Fine, go, and we never seeing you again, just like the others. This is okay. Ha!&quot;&nbsp;* * * &quot;Thanks,&quot; murmurs the harpy as Orsik lifts the noose from around her neck. She stays where she is, having not been told she's allowed to leave, though she looks distinctly uncomfortable at Orsik's pleasantries. &quot;Greshka,&quot; she replies to the request for her name, volunteering nothing further.&nbsp;She shakes her head in confusion at Orsik's question about a temple beneath the inn. &quot;No,&quot; she says simply. &quot;No, nothing like that. This place doesn't shut, and it's never empty - a lot of folks down here keep strange hours, since they're working shifts in the foundries, and night and day don't make a whole lot of sense when you never see the sun. So there's always one crowd or another getting off work and coming in here to drink while the last lot are heading off for their shifts or their beds. I don't see how there could be anything weird going on under here without everyone knowing about it.&quot;</blockquote>

[QUOTE="Antithetist, post: 5247452, member: 88443"] The ogre pants and wheezes, winded from Baracus's blow and looking increasingly defeated as Grys and Serris talk. He maintains a sullen silence for a few seconds before grunting [COLOR=Sienna][B]"...ya. Ya, fine, I hear of them, drinking in here, okay. I was not meet them myself, I was making very busy that night, but I have friends - they tell me after, some dumb topsiders come in here and drinking, asking about temple. You are look for temple too? Fine, go, and we never seeing you again, just like the others. This is okay. Ha!"[/B][/COLOR] * * * [COLOR=Olive] "Thanks,"[/COLOR] murmurs the harpy as Orsik lifts the noose from around her neck. She stays where she is, having not been told she's allowed to leave, though she looks distinctly uncomfortable at Orsik's pleasantries. [COLOR=Olive]"Greshka," [/COLOR]she replies to the request for her name, volunteering nothing further. She shakes her head in confusion at Orsik's question about a temple beneath the inn. [COLOR=Olive]"No,"[/COLOR] she says simply.[COLOR=Olive] "No, nothing like that. This place doesn't shut, and it's never empty - a lot of folks down here keep strange hours, since they're working shifts in the foundries, and night and day don't make a whole lot of sense when you never see the sun. So there's always one crowd or another getting off work and coming in here to drink while the last lot are heading off for their shifts or their beds. I don't see how there could be anything weird going on under here without everyone knowing about it."[/COLOR] [/QUOTE]

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