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Message: <blockquote data-quote="horticulture" data-source="post: 5483458" data-attributes="member: 6671055">The dwarf watches the dark elf's grand display whilst drinking yet another ale; his bushy eyebrows raise a bit at the sound and light show that goes on during his speech but he appears keenly interested. When all is said and done, and the dark elf returns to his seat by the bar, he places his mug upon the bartop and, in all sincerity, addresses the drow. "I always knew ye were a fancy lad." He leans a bit closer, scrutinizing the elf up and down - like he was searching for the right type of axe to crease his skull. "There's somethin' not quite right about ye, fancy lad. Suren elf an' drow dun be gettin' along but they be kin, what." [sblock=Insight]<a href="http://invisiblecastle.com/roller/view/2918671/" target="_blank">Insight against snobby drow. (1d20+2=20)</a>[/sblock] He shrugs as if, in the end, it doesn't really matter and he has more important things to worry about - like how some half-orc thinks he can drink faster than him. "Ye be crazier than ewe in season iffen ye think ye can outdrink me, ye daft, overgrown treetrunk!" He slams a palm atop the bar and motions for two more ales. "An' put 'em on tha fancy lad's tab! Hahaha!"</blockquote>