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Message: <blockquote data-quote="Pentius" data-source="post: 5569916" data-attributes="member: 6676736">Noriaki walks into the Hanged Man, his stride light as a breeze and his chin held high.  His nose is assaulted by the smell of stale ale, unwashed bodies and cooking food, the combined aromas overpowering the light, flowery scent he had been wearing.  His lip twitches, almost imperceptibly, at the smell.  "Why does he always insist we stay in such places?  Probably some peculiar point for the Way of Iron." he thought to himself, as he glances about the room for a free table.  No point in asking for a private dining room in a place like this.Luckily, he spots a table recently vacated and moves to seat himself there, lightly adjusting the Katana in his sash and thinking twice about putting his arms on the table.  The bartender spots his fine silk clothes and sends a stout, halfling barmaid over with a mug of their finest.  "Good evenin', sir." she says, "And who do I have the pleasure of servin' today?"Noriaki accepts the mug gracefully, not even flinching as he takes a sip of some vile concoction.  He speaks in Allerian, with a light Jadian accent giving his voice an almost musical quality.  "I am Noriaki Matsumoto, third son of the House of Storms, a prodigy of the sword taught by Master Hachi Danmyou."  Noriaki notes the bouncers' lack of response, though he specifically spoke just loud enough for them to hear.  They must be used to rowdy guests."Well," says the barmaid, not really impressed, "I'll bring your food out shortly." and with that she walks off into the kitchens, leaving Noriaki to wait.</blockquote>

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