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Message: <blockquote data-quote="twilsemail" data-source="post: 5573038" data-attributes="member: 79628">The tiny grig pauses for a moment before fully grokking the situation. "Of course!" he says with entusiasm, posing heroicly with his hands on his hips. "How did you lose your sight?" Another of the Grigs hops onto the mantle of the fireplace and begins tuning his fiddle, after a few moments it appears he is playing. The noise of the tavern is enough that only those very nearby can hear him. Those that do cannot help but dance to the enchanting tune. The captain rises from his seat and strolls over to the masked figure. His face is an implacable mask when it comes to revealing what he's sorted out. "Captain Valentine Dartmoor. I would come to compete, with my men by my side, if you'll have me. I'm sure we can show these tall folk a thing or three about combat." A loud cheer rises from the table full of piskies. It is around this time that the ordered roast arrives at the table. The piskies descend upon it like a swarm of pirahna. The meat almost dissolves before the onlookers' eyes. A rather satisfied looking female lieutenant steps out of the swarm to adress their server. "Miss? Another ale, if you would, Eoin decided to go swimming in the last one." Sure enough, a mostly naked piskie can be seen lounging in the first bowl of ale. Another Piskie, wearing a loincloth and a lot of blue warpaint, heads directly for the spot where Lenard combusted and begins sniffing around. [ooc]<s>Knowledge checks incoming.</s> Controller signing on if you've room for me.  I've currently got one PC in play, in case others are looking for a seat.[/ooc]</blockquote>

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