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Message: <blockquote data-quote="Nonlethal Force" data-source="post: 2621077" data-attributes="member: 35788">Pwent:As Pwent approaches, a large man stands up to block his path.  He crosses his arms in front of him and prepares his biggest snarl across his lips.  The merchant knocks on the tabletop three times with the knuckle of his middle finger and says, "Oh, come now Dirk.  Let the man speak.  He looks harmless enough."After Pwent speaks his mindr mind, the merchant looks a little startled.  He curles his fingers around to his thumb and extends his pointer finger towards Pwent, but not really to point.  It appears that he just likes to gesture when he speaks.  "I'm sorry, I don't beleive we've had the time to make an acquaintance.  Or, if we have, you'll have to understand that I've merely forgotten your existance."  He laughs a little at his own wit and continues, "But then again, people are always wanting to get to know me - many more people than I need, really.  So state your name and business and make it fast.  I've got a wench bringin' ale to the table and I wanna enjoy her without talking business when she comes back."  The five or so men and women sitting around the table begin to chuckle.Keryth, Gave, Byntrou, Bahruul:From your position, it is possible to see Pwent stand up from the bar area and head directly over to the merchant Dreeve's table.  Out of the corner of the eye, the motion of Destiny quickly standing up on her chair and peering over the room can also be seen - it appears as though she is just making sure everything is okay.  Once she has a quick glance, she settles back into the conversation with the halflings that she had been having.</blockquote>

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