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Message: <blockquote data-quote="Son of Meepo" data-source="post: 5527438" data-attributes="member: 78756">The tavern doors swing open again.  Eyes gradually slide down the open doorway until they square up with a halfling.  His handsome face wears a confident smile.  His weapons (a rapier on his left hip, a sling on his right, and a dagger in a boot sheath) and armor are either brand new or very well cared for.  The supple leather bares no cracks and is nearly silent as he strides right up to the bar."Heya barkeep!  Gimme a mug of your smoothest mead.  None of that swill you'd serve to those too green or too drunk to know the difference," he says, eying the half-elf who looks like he might be a bit new to the area.He seems to emanate an almost palpable aura of reassurance, a serene calm that actually sharpens your focus and takes a bit of the edge off your buzz.[OOC]Finnean Fairhand Halfling Ardent|Rogue (hybrid) has entered the tavern.[/OOC]</blockquote>