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<blockquote data-quote="GlassEye" data-source="post: 6132446" data-attributes="member: 40413">Damaris, Tasanto, &amp; TyrionDamaris hasn't even gotten out the word 'Sorrows' when the old innkeeper's hand flashes out quick as a viper and places three grimy fingers across Damaris' lips.&nbsp; Her eyes are wide with fear as she hisses, &quot;Do not say the name!&nbsp; You would bring the Night down upon us with your careless words!&quot;&nbsp; As quickly the woman removes her fingers from Damaris' lips, forces a smile across her own lips and glances about the nearly empty room to see if any others noticed the exchange.&nbsp; Seemingly satisfied and calmed by Damaris' winning manner she continues.&nbsp; &quot;You can call me Mags, dearie.&nbsp; And you are correct, a lady must watch her back when traveling but you have Strong and Dashing to watch it for you.&quot;&nbsp; She winks and grins at Tyrion and Tasanto.&nbsp; Mags goes serious again.&nbsp; &quot;That other thing is one thing you must never say here.&nbsp; It is too dangerous.Now you asked about our city.&nbsp; You've seen the market and I don't have to tell you that the market has seen better days; you can see that for yourself.&nbsp; I'm sure you've heard tell of the Ruin of Sumbru and the Temple of Night that looms over it.&nbsp; Shades of the dead walk within and you'd be best turning your pretty little head to other things, like these nice boys you have with you.&nbsp; If you choose to ignore Old Mags' advice and do get into trouble then you'd best read the guard well: the guard is mostly lackeys serving the inquisitors, some are fanatical to the Night but there are many who would take a coin to look the other way, yes.Can I bring you some tea?&quot;Tyrion keeps one eye on the small number of patrons within Market House and while the newcomers initially attracted a fair amount of long looks they've all gone back to their own murmured conversations, meals, and drinks.&nbsp; None that he can see are keeping surreptitious tabs on the three of them.<a href="http://imageshack.us/photo/my-images/842/humanfolda175.jpg/" target="_blank"><img src="http://img842.imageshack.us/img842/506/humanfolda175.jpg" alt="" class="fr-fic fr-dii fr-draggable " data-size="" style="" /></a>. . . . . . Old Mags . . . . . .[sblock=OOC]No need to apologize, soulnova.&nbsp; I hope everything turns out ok for you and your family.[/sblock]</blockquote>

[QUOTE="GlassEye, post: 6132446, member: 40413"] [b]Damaris, Tasanto, & Tyrion[/b] Damaris hasn't even gotten out the word 'Sorrows' when the old innkeeper's hand flashes out quick as a viper and places three grimy fingers across Damaris' lips. Her eyes are wide with fear as she hisses, [color=lime]"Do not say the name! You would bring the Night down upon us with your careless words!"[/color] As quickly the woman removes her fingers from Damaris' lips, forces a smile across her own lips and glances about the nearly empty room to see if any others noticed the exchange. Seemingly satisfied and calmed by Damaris' winning manner she continues. [color=lime]"You can call me Mags, dearie. And you are correct, a lady must watch her back when traveling but you have Strong and Dashing to watch it for you."[/color] She winks and grins at Tyrion and Tasanto. Mags goes serious again. [color=lime]"That [i]other thing[/i] is one thing you must never say here. It is too dangerous. Now you asked about our city. You've seen the market and I don't have to tell you that the market has seen better days; you can see that for yourself. I'm sure you've heard tell of the Ruin of Sumbru and the Temple of Night that looms over it. Shades of the dead walk within and you'd be best turning your pretty little head to other things, like these nice boys you have with you. If you choose to ignore Old Mags' advice and [i]do[/i] get into trouble then you'd best read the guard well: the guard is mostly lackeys serving the inquisitors, some are fanatical to the Night but there are many who would take a coin to look the other way, yes. Can I bring you some tea?"[/color] Tyrion keeps one eye on the small number of patrons within Market House and while the newcomers initially attracted a fair amount of long looks they've all gone back to their own murmured conversations, meals, and drinks. None that he can see are keeping surreptitious tabs on the three of them. [URL=http://imageshack.us/photo/my-images/842/humanfolda175.jpg/][IMG]http://img842.imageshack.us/img842/506/humanfolda175.jpg[/IMG][/URL] [color=lime]. . . . . . Old Mags . . . . . .[/color] [sblock=OOC]No need to apologize, soulnova. I hope everything turns out ok for you and your family.[/sblock] [/QUOTE]

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