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Message: <blockquote data-quote="Chauzu" data-source="post: 630328" data-attributes="member: 9655">Phowett listens to the peoms and tap-dancing with delite. He could sense the nervousness of the poet, even though he can't see him very well (a blurred image before him). Phowett taps the edge of his table with his walking stick for another mug of milk (Phowett doesn't drink anything but water, milk, and juice, since he can't very well see what people put in his mug. Not to mention he doesn't have a taste for much alcohol. <img src="https://cdn.jsdelivr.net/joypixels/assets/8.0/png/unicode/64/1f642.png" class="smilie smilie--emoji" loading="lazy" width="64" height="64" alt=":)" title="Smile    :)"  data-smilie="1"data-shortname=":)" /> )Listening to the dwarf he recognizes a fellow student at the University. He stands up from his table and walks towards the dwarf's voice, guided by the touch of his stick. "Hope I ain't sticking this into nobody's rear. That would be rude..." He discovers the dwarf's voice and sees his big blurry head. "Greetings. If I recall correctly, this is Forge of the University? I think I may have seen you... err, heard you walking in the halls quite a few times." Phowett grabs the chair next to himself and sits down. "If that dwarf that always runs into me in the halls is a friend of yours, please remind him to stop it." Phowett smiles before noticing other blurry people next to Forge.</blockquote>