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Message: <blockquote data-quote="Thateous" data-source="post: 7287222" data-attributes="member: 6814006">Everett finished his trance and began mumbling under his breath in a foreign tongue. The scene caused a few heads and eyebrows to raise from their drunken stupors and an equal amount to simply roll over in stubborn frustration. The sun was just beginning to pierce the windows of the tavern, much to the dismay of it's hung over patrons, as handful of patrons begin to file out of the establishment, whether due to his incoherent muttering or the oppressive sun mattered not to Everett. Despite his inability to woo the barmaid Everett still had a pleasant time. A few minutes later and Everett finally stops muttering and opens his eyes. He had a lovely view of the ceiling, since he was making all that racket from the tavern floor. He reached out with his arm and his unseen servant hoisted him back on his feet. He removed his cloak and placed it on the servant, muttering, "Silly mayoral mandates." as he looked around the bar for a lone fine white glove. "Ah ha! Right where i left you." he exclaimed as he spotted the glove still clenching a glass of wine. Everett snapped his fingers two times and the glove inflates as if filled by a hand and moves to rest on the shoulder of the unseen servant. "Alright Jeffery, let's be on our way." he says, looking at the floating cloak. The elf makes his way out of the tavern and into the already busy streets of Bit where he was met with a variety of looks. From disappointment to bewilderment it was easy to spot those who were used to the nobles antics, but Everett dipped his head all the same. Everett made his way through the streets on the look out for something to eat. The floating hand moved to shoo away a couple of kids who'd began curiously tugging at the floating cloak. "Oh drat." he says in frustration. The streets were just too crowded for his liking as he stood off to the side seriously contemplating returning home. Sure he'd get his ear talked off, but at least he'd be able to eat in peace. Just then Winston, glided up from behind and landed on the unseen servants shoulders. "Ah, so nice of you to join us." he says to the flying squirrel. He lets out a sigh as he watches the people bumble about with excitement. "The only good thing about festivals is that it brings the regional flavors to me." he thought perversely.</blockquote>

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