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<blockquote data-quote="Phoenix" data-source="post: 2580086" data-attributes="member: 16166">Baeval sprayed ale from his mouth, covering the table and moistening Jovik's tankard and arm.&nbsp; He laughed then, a loud hearty laugh that insinuated that he understood Jovik's jest and appreciated it immensely.The walk to the Vomitting Jester was a short one, but it was somewhat surreal.&nbsp; There was something wrong with the people in the streets, Jovik watched as one man stumbled drunk across the street in front of him and collapsed in the mud.&nbsp; It wasn't strange, people were drunk all the time.&nbsp; A woman stared at him from a shop window, a child sat in the mud and played with a dog, two men argued over the price of a fish.They were all...different.He had ordered a drink, then another, paying with the scant amount of silvers that he'd managed to pick up on the way.&nbsp; Slim pickings tonight.&nbsp; Baeval was there, as he usually was, and soon Jovik had asked him about this Zsath person who he had killed.&quot;Zsath?&nbsp; So you, the mighty Jackal, met and slew Zsath?&nbsp; Oh, that's rich my friend, rich indeed!&quot;&nbsp; It took a moment for the man to realize that Jovik really didn't recognise the name.&nbsp; &quot;You've been spending too much time in the cups my friend.&nbsp; Zsath is the name all the priests use for The Reaper...Death my friend, the soul collector, the end of life, finit!&quot;The laughed again, trying to drink from his tankard.&nbsp; &quot;So The Jackal has defeated Death himself, wonderful, now I can walk the streets at night safe in the knowledge that I'll never die. Ha!&quot;</blockquote>

[QUOTE="Phoenix, post: 2580086, member: 16166"] Baeval sprayed ale from his mouth, covering the table and moistening Jovik's tankard and arm. He laughed then, a loud hearty laugh that insinuated that he understood Jovik's jest and appreciated it immensely. The walk to the Vomitting Jester was a short one, but it was somewhat surreal. There was something wrong with the people in the streets, Jovik watched as one man stumbled drunk across the street in front of him and collapsed in the mud. It wasn't strange, people were drunk all the time. A woman stared at him from a shop window, a child sat in the mud and played with a dog, two men argued over the price of a fish. They were all...different. He had ordered a drink, then another, paying with the scant amount of silvers that he'd managed to pick up on the way. Slim pickings tonight. Baeval was there, as he usually was, and soon Jovik had asked him about this Zsath person who he had killed. "Zsath? So you, the mighty Jackal, met and slew Zsath? Oh, that's rich my friend, rich indeed!" It took a moment for the man to realize that Jovik really didn't recognise the name. "You've been spending too much time in the cups my friend. Zsath is the name all the priests use for The Reaper...Death my friend, the soul collector, the end of life, finit!" The laughed again, trying to drink from his tankard. "So The Jackal has defeated Death himself, wonderful, now I can walk the streets at night safe in the knowledge that I'll never die. Ha!" [/QUOTE]

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