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<blockquote data-quote="Nonlethal Force" data-source="post: 3398431" data-attributes="member: 35788">Keryth, Byntrou:As the mugs are lifted, Destiny joins in with a bit of a sigh.&nbsp; &quot;To Bahruul.&nbsp; I hope his courage is well rewarded at he finds his prophesy.&quot;After a few moments of silence, Destiny replies, &quot;I've been thinking about returning home myself.&nbsp; I miss the waterfront.&nbsp; Don't get me wrong, going underground and into the mountains was sure exciting - and I'd have never been able to pick better companions.&nbsp; But I miss my home, too.&nbsp; Any of you feel the same?&quot;As Destiny finishes - admittedly leaving little time for discussion, the party notices a flash of movement toward Dahlia.[Sblock=OOC]Please see the section for &quot;All&quot; below. [/Sblock]Varius, Eion:Dahlia nods her head and says, &quot;No need to argue, gentlemen.&nbsp; While the stew may not last the night, you can rest easy that we have enough ale and water to last the week.&nbsp; I'd be happy to get you an ale, sir.&quot;Dahlia leaves the table and stops off at a few more tables before heading into the kitchen.[Sblock=OOC]Please see the section for &quot;All&quot; below. [/Sblock]All:As Dahlia returns from the kitchen area back into the dining area, she is carrying a serving tray with four more bowls of steaming stew upon the tray in addition to a single mug of ale.She passes by a table with two burly looking half-orcs on her way to the area that she is serving.&nbsp; As she moves, one of the half-orcs reaches out with a hand and grips Dahlia's leg rather tightly.&nbsp; He seems to enjoy the smoothness of her skin as he speaks.&nbsp; &quot;Hey, woman.&nbsp; Why don't you set the stew down on the table and feed it to me?&quot;The half-orc has a wild look in his eyes, as if he is mentally unstable or otherwise not completely in control of his actions.&nbsp; Dahlia struggles to get away, but she is unable to break free of the half-orc's grasp.&nbsp; She is able to pivot and set the serving tray down on a nearby table with a bit of a thump.&nbsp; The bowls of stew bounce, but are not upset.&nbsp; The mug of ale tips over and spills, covering the lap of a female elven patron with the alcoholic drink.&nbsp; Most of the patrons look on in horror or hide their eyes in an attempt to keep from making eye contact with the half-orc.&nbsp; Dahlia reaches down with her left hand to the right side of her waist in an attempt to grap something hidden just above her belt, but the half orc manages to contain her wrist with his much larger hand.&nbsp; &quot;Nothing funny today, sweet thing.&quot;</blockquote>

[QUOTE="Nonlethal Force, post: 3398431, member: 35788"] [COLOR=MediumTurquoise]Keryth, Byntrou:[/COLOR] As the mugs are lifted, Destiny joins in with a bit of a sigh. [Color=Olive]"To Bahruul. I hope his courage is well rewarded at he finds his prophesy."[/Color] After a few moments of silence, Destiny replies, [Color=Olive]"I've been thinking about returning home myself. I miss the waterfront. Don't get me wrong, going underground and into the mountains was sure exciting - and I'd have never been able to pick better companions. But I miss my home, too. Any of you feel the same?"[/Color] As Destiny finishes - admittedly leaving little time for discussion, the party notices a flash of movement toward Dahlia. [Sblock=OOC]Please see the section for "All" below. [/Sblock] [COLOR=MediumTurquoise]Varius, Eion:[/COLOR] Dahlia nods her head and says, [Color=Lime]"No need to argue, gentlemen. While the stew may not last the night, you can rest easy that we have enough ale and water to last the week. I'd be happy to get you an ale, sir."[/Color] Dahlia leaves the table and stops off at a few more tables before heading into the kitchen. [Sblock=OOC]Please see the section for "All" below. [/Sblock] [COLOR=MediumTurquoise]All:[/COLOR] As Dahlia returns from the kitchen area back into the dining area, she is carrying a serving tray with four more bowls of steaming stew upon the tray in addition to a single mug of ale. She passes by a table with two burly looking half-orcs on her way to the area that she is serving. As she moves, one of the half-orcs reaches out with a hand and grips Dahlia's leg rather tightly. He seems to enjoy the smoothness of her skin as he speaks. [Color=Lime]"Hey, woman. Why don't you set the stew down on the table and feed it to me?"[/Color] The half-orc has a wild look in his eyes, as if he is mentally unstable or otherwise not completely in control of his actions. Dahlia struggles to get away, but she is unable to break free of the half-orc's grasp. She is able to pivot and set the serving tray down on a nearby table with a bit of a thump. The bowls of stew bounce, but are not upset. The mug of ale tips over and spills, covering the lap of a female elven patron with the alcoholic drink. Most of the patrons look on in horror or hide their eyes in an attempt to keep from making eye contact with the half-orc. Dahlia reaches down with her left hand to the right side of her waist in an attempt to grap something hidden just above her belt, but the half orc manages to contain her wrist with his much larger hand. [Color=Lime]"Nothing funny today, sweet thing."[/Color] [/QUOTE]

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