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Message: <blockquote data-quote="Quickleaf" data-source="post: 9040161" data-attributes="member: 20323">GM POST [USER=7041633]@domminniti[/USER]<img src="https://datasets-server.huggingface.co/assets/rvorias/realms_adventurers/--/default/train/4/image/image.jpg" alt="" class="fr-fic fr-dii fr-draggable fr-fil" data-size="" style="width: 202px" />Pouring the mugs with a frothy finish, Scramsax follows your gaze to the massive stuffed knucklehead. "Ol' Bitey? Many a fisher was pulled overboard into the icy depths of Maer Dualdon by that knucklehead. Then, 8 or 9 years back, a pair of rogues – Kintyre and Maverick – came in hauling that fish. Well, instead of cooking it up for them, I bought it off them and had it mounted. Looks good on the wall, don't it?" Pausing to close out another patron's tab, Scramsax slides you the ales and pulls out a little green bottle of Lindewell brandy. "The ales are 1 silver all together, but for Flamebeard's Firebrandy you'll need to visit Kelvin's Comfort - it's a rowdy dwarf-run drinking hall here in town. BUT I've got a gnomish Lindewell for 5 silvers that'll warm you right up and has a smoother finish."Scramsax gestures to the stuffed fish as he begins to pour, "Then 4 or 5 years ago, some prankster wizard from Bremen put a spell on Ol' Bitey. If you get close to it, it'll snap and-- not too close--!" However, Russet has leaned too close in his curiosity, the massive fish suddenly coming to life as its head bends and chomps a tuft of hair from the tip Russet's ear. Its mouth opens and closes, and its eyes roll around for a moment before it sings in a nasal irritating tone. Several patrons groan, clearly having suffered Ol' Bitey's song before, and the minstrel glares at you as he struggles to maintain his rhythm...<img src="https://www.belloflostsouls.net/wp-content/uploads/2020/06/olbiteyfinal.jpg" alt="" class="fr-fic fr-dii fr-draggable fr-fil" data-size="" style="width: 288px" />"There’s a place I like to go Farther up the river’s flow; Where it is, I do not know; Must be under all that snow. Sheltered from the winds that blow; Where the pine trees cease to grow; I’ll swim with you friend or foe, In the north where waters glow." [GM]Jack, Insight check on mercenaries:They are well paid judging by their attitudes toward losing coin gambling, and happy not to be out in the cold right now. Morale is fair, not great, but not bad. Seems like even though they've had their fill of wizards, their patron is having them head out tomorrow looking for another mage.[/GM]</blockquote>

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