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<blockquote data-quote="JasperDm" data-source="post: 2563507">The dark jester chuckles at the humans confusion.&quot;Silly mortal...the waitress is gone, scared away by the demon here not long ago...&quot;He points at the golem with a flourish of his polearm.&quot;This automaton does the bussery here, merely speak your desire, and if it be within the abilities of this establishment, it will be done, and delivered, though do remember to pay the puppet, lest it grow angry, and smite you about the head and shoulders!&quot;He laughs, a fearsome thing, as this jester is much more scary than funny, and with a vaulting motion, he flings himself across the room, to land at the golem's feet with the grace of a dancer...or an assassin.&quot;Wine and cheese, servant!&nbsp; Fine breads and ale!&nbsp; Enough to feed thirteen strong men, and a starving dwarf!&nbsp; Serve it all around, and let none say Fellgrin did not turn a kindly turn this day...&quot;With those words, he drops a pair of platinum coins into the hand of the golem, and somersaults out of its path as it goes to prepare and gather the order.&nbsp; He then flips back onto the table where he returns to a cross-legged seated position, with his rusty halberd bridged across his back like a workman's weight...</blockquote>

[QUOTE="JasperDm, post: 2563507"] The dark jester chuckles at the humans confusion. "Silly mortal...the waitress is gone, scared away by the demon here not long ago..." He points at the golem with a flourish of his polearm. "This automaton does the bussery here, merely speak your desire, and if it be within the abilities of this establishment, it will be done, and delivered, though do remember to pay the puppet, lest it grow angry, and smite you about the head and shoulders!" He laughs, a fearsome thing, as this jester is much more scary than funny, and with a vaulting motion, he flings himself across the room, to land at the golem's feet with the grace of a dancer...or an assassin. "Wine and cheese, servant! Fine breads and ale! Enough to feed thirteen strong men, and a starving dwarf! Serve it all around, and let none say Fellgrin did not turn a kindly turn this day..." With those words, he drops a pair of platinum coins into the hand of the golem, and somersaults out of its path as it goes to prepare and gather the order. He then flips back onto the table where he returns to a cross-legged seated position, with his rusty halberd bridged across his back like a workman's weight... [/QUOTE]

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