buzzard
First Post
After having steeled himself for sleeping in a tent on a desolate shore Marcus is so relieved that he has found a proper Inn that it brings a tear to his eye. "All the Gods be thanked, what a fine Inn! Oh, I thank you for the offer of a drink (peering a little dubiously into the white fluid), but could I ask for something hot? The trek here has chilled me to the bones." He then finds an unoccupied table as close as possible to the fire, and starts to bask in the heat.
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