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<blockquote data-quote="hafrogman" data-source="post: 5364409" data-attributes="member: 8858">Owen sits bemused at the bar as the sudden tempest that is Mikara blows through the tavern.&nbsp; He watches in awe as the bartender pours her drinks, and removes his own tankard from the path being slowly carved into the countertop by the spilled ... ale?&nbsp; The half-orc continues to watch silently as Hurricane Mikara explains cultural sensitivity to the table full of warforged, instantly captivates the tavern's latest arrival and nearly starts a brawl.&nbsp; Every so often he takes a sip from his drink, with a bemused smile on his face.However, when the conversation drifts to Alaria, he is suddenly aware of his own heritage.&nbsp; Alone in a bar with elves and humans and reborn champions of a fallen kingdom, being the half-blood son of an orc from Alaria suddenly seems to matter.Eager to not draw too much attention to himself while war plans are made two tables over, he quietly turns back to the bar and gives Lenard a pensive look.&quot;Um ... what was it we were discussing again?&nbsp; Imperia?&nbsp; You mentioned something about mad monks, too.&nbsp; Why don't you tell be about them.&quot;</blockquote>

[QUOTE="hafrogman, post: 5364409, member: 8858"] Owen sits bemused at the bar as the sudden tempest that is Mikara blows through the tavern. He watches in awe as the bartender pours her drinks, and removes his own tankard from the path being slowly carved into the countertop by the spilled ... ale? The half-orc continues to watch silently as Hurricane Mikara explains cultural sensitivity to the table full of warforged, instantly captivates the tavern's latest arrival and nearly starts a brawl. Every so often he takes a sip from his drink, with a bemused smile on his face. However, when the conversation drifts to Alaria, he is suddenly aware of his own heritage. Alone in a bar with elves and humans and reborn champions of a fallen kingdom, being the half-blood son of an orc from Alaria suddenly seems to matter. Eager to not draw too much attention to himself while war plans are made two tables over, he quietly turns back to the bar and gives Lenard a pensive look. [COLOR="YellowGreen"]"Um ... what was it we were discussing again? Imperia? You mentioned something about mad monks, too. Why don't you tell be about them."[/COLOR] [/QUOTE]

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