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Message: <blockquote data-quote="evandariel" data-source="post: 1317639" data-attributes="member: 15716">A conversation with the barkeepGadreman awakens the next morning to find himself the victim of a splitting headache. The previous nights revelries do not show on his face or in his firm step, though the man grimaces at the repercussions of drinking such large amounts of ale. Hardly remembering when the whores left, or when he finally passed out from sheer exhaustion, he checks his purse of gold to affirm that the contents are still there. It was a relief to see the remnants of his last pay still within, and he strapped the belt holding the pouch across his waist. After dressing and rearming himself (the dagger he laid under his pillow the previous night now sheathed at his leg), Gadreman makes his way downstairs. He sits at the bar, taking in the pleasant morning air, still not used to his freedom, nor the smell of the dead and of burned flesh not stinging his nostrils every morning. Once the barkeep has brought him another ale to douse the pounding in his skull, Gadreman idly discusses local events and of the war in Ulruz. The civil war that had split Ulruz like a piece of fruit had been the only reason for his unlikely escape. It provided a means for rebellion within the arenas, it left guards off their guard for slaves, and the general chaos overlying the landscape made it very much easier to get to the borders. He escaped with only several encounters, reaching the borders in days, an exceptional feat for a slave within the radius of Doluhre. All of this he tells to the barkeep and anyone willing to listen, knowing that a chance of the men hunting for him being within this village, this inn, were unlikely. He had given them a good run for their money.Once again the topic turns to thieves and scoundrels, and Gadreman inquires as to the plague of thieves within the tavern. "Are they not keepin' their end of the bargain?" He asks in a voice thick with the Thusesti accent. He leans closer, muttering to the barkeep, "If ye ever have need of any services, I'd be happy to look into that particular infestation. I ain't against a good thief now'n again, but I wouldn't mind straightening somethin' out with 'em. I definitely didn't take to kindly to havin' them sick their dogs on me."He waits for an answer, a rather frightening smile hovering about his lips.</blockquote>

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