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Message: <blockquote data-quote="pacdidj" data-source="post: 5650439" data-attributes="member: 86793">An old woman bumbles into the tavern, apparently in mid-sentence, talking to a drowsy-looking brown rat perched on her shoulder.[sblock=Auntie Mab and Tristram]<img src="http://images3.wikia.nocookie.net/__cb20100605005046/l4w/images/2/2d/AuntieMab2.jpg" alt="" class="fr-fic fr-dii fr-draggable " data-size="" style="" />[/sblock]"..why you've been so sleepy lately Tristram. It's almost like the adventuring life-style doesn't agree with you. But, you'll just have to wake up! We're short on funds again after paying that rude artificer for a better knife, and I'm going to need your help finding a mark when we get back to the Hanged Ma-... Oh," she says realizing that she's already reached the Tavern."Ahem," she clears her throat, standing up straight and drawing her cloak hem across the lower half of her face in an apparent attempt at an impressive and mysterious posture. "I am Mabbeth Tarmikos! Slayer of demons, greebles, and bazzlebaums, and a fey-touched seer of great arcane power, gifted with the sight to peer through the veils and up the skirts of destiny!," she intones in her best husky, narrator's voice."But you dearies can call me Auntie Mab," she adds in a normal tone, dropping her cloak and favoring all assembled with a batty smile, as the rat scampers down off her shoulder. "My friends and I are just back from dispatching a cowardly dragon at Earl Lee's estate in north Daunton," she says with a wave at Max and Dante. "And to, um, celebrate our victory, Tristram and I will be offering consultations half-off! Only 10 gold coins to read the lines of fate etched in your palm, or 15 for a full Allarian cross spread, to see what the cards forecast. Who dares to peer through the veil at the glories that their future holds?," Mab asks, sizing up the clientele."What about you sir? You have the look of one bound for great deeds," she says to Sharpe, smiling her most ingratiating smile. "But perhaps you need some help navigating the winding path of destiny. After all, you seem to have trouble keeping track of your weapon," she motions toward the floor where Sharpe's songblade lies at her right hand side, while Tristram sits at her left looking as innocent as a rat can manage.<a href="http://invisiblecastle.com/roller/view/3146368/" target="_blank">Tristram's Thievery Check (1d20+18=34)</a>Picking up the blade, and handing it back to the half-elf she asks, "How about it? Can I interest you in a palm reading to help you navigate the obstacles ahead and keep track of the tools you'll need to win your way to glory?"[ooc]Auntie Mab, Level 8 Rogue, is back and ready for more adventure![/ooc]</blockquote>

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