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Message: <blockquote data-quote="twilsemail" data-source="post: 5497396" data-attributes="member: 79628">A human just on the younger side of middle aged pushes the door open and strides into the bar.  He may look worn from travel, but his face still shines in a smile.  He scratches at a dark beard that’s graying only on one side and recalls the tradition of the bar. “I am Felix of Insula, I come seeking wine women and song.  I hear this place has at least two of those all of the time and the third on a pretty regular basis.”  He approaches the bar and orders the cheapest wine on the menu, which earns him a frown. He sets down a heavy pack by the bar and brushes some stray droplets off of the oiled fabric.  Straightening, he looks at the few patrons sitting separate from one another.  “Maybe the song might take some doing…” He stretches, almost catlike, and then adjusts clothes cut to match the uniform of the Imperial Legion.  The cut is difficult to match, at first glance, as the colors are certainly not a match. </blockquote>