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Message: <blockquote data-quote="Cerebus13" data-source="post: 1683903" data-attributes="member: 19723">Alyson:You crawl into bed and are asleep almost before you hit the pillow.Natalie:Nobody knows exactly where this gang has taken up residence because they've only heard about it from a friend of a friend (typical).  The man telling you this thinks they are living somewhere south of here right along the border of the poor district and the less poor residential area.After your whispered threat to an overly friendly bar patron nobody bothers you for the rest of the evening and you are able to leave the tavern on your own.  Feeling the alcohol tingle in your head you are glad to finally make it back home and into bed.Gram, Salzorin & PyrexA few of the men look a little grumpy at Quilan's luck so far in the game, but one of the more drunk ones says with a slur, "My name is Ishmael!"  He rubs his blurry eyes for a moment and then starts to name off the rest of his gambling partners, "And that there is Eindrininini, GunBEEjorn, Jaffar, and Omar.."  His pronuciations of the names sounds rather...odd but the rest of the men just shake their heads and laugh a little at his drunkeness.Orum begins to relax a bit as he takes down the contents of his ale faster than before, he is even able to mildly enjoy the music of the lute player.  From what you can hear over at Quilan's table it appears that he is winning more than he is losing, but one of his drunken competitors doesn't seem to mind as he introduces everyone around the table and continues to drink the ale that Quilan is buying.</blockquote>

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