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Message: <blockquote data-quote="wings" data-source="post: 626655" data-attributes="member: 9628">Enter Faileas.Faileas sighs, tiredly. He had decided to move away from the coast some, the proximity of the sea tormented him, but he wasn't ready to go back off-land just yet. He travelled by foot, wearing his traveling boots out and his muscles also, in their own respect. His simple clothing was fine, but the cloak he wore thus far was quite dirty. He wore a simple black shirt, with a tied up collar, worn open, so much that the thin white links of his chain shirt was noticeable. His dark brown pants were tucked mid-calf into leather boots. The Quarterstaff had become his walking staff. The shaped wood in the center unused, where normally it would be fitted to his hand, the iron shod ends in white wraps.He pushed open the door by falling into it, and stumbling in. He walked to the bar and mumbled something. The thin, wiry haired tender raised a brow. "An ale, and a room, if you've got them to spare? Oh! and a bath, and some dinner." He nods, the idea of a bath revitalizing his spirit. He dug into the bag, it strapped across his chest and held by the opposite shoulder, the strap held six vials of soft blue liquid in pouches on it. He lifted the top flap, to dig into an inside pocket that held his gold. "How much?"As he waited for his order to be filled, he slumped into a counter stool. Here you are Faileas, wandering about, on land, in a place that took entirely to much effort to get to. I hope you're happy with yourself. Oh, shut up. Man, im hungry"Make it a dinner and a half!"He pushed the white hair of his behind his shoulders.</blockquote>

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