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Message: <blockquote data-quote="Phoenix" data-source="post: 2583647" data-attributes="member: 16166">Jovik drank heavily and Baeval followed a close second.  A few hours may have passed as the liquid soothed his addled mind, allowing him to be easily distracted by Baeval's banter.  There was something happening on the other side of the bar, something that Jovik knew he should be taking notice of.After draining his tankard, the Jackal went to the bar for another, where he saw the beginning of the problem."Nah, nah.  I'm tellin' ya Suth, he jus' grabbed me, dragged me inna tha alley, and stabbed me.  He was afta me purse ya see, but 'e thought I was dead y'see, thas when I grabbed him and stabbed him with 'is own knife.""Then what happened?""Well, he looked at me all funny for a minute, his knife was sticken' out of his guts.  Then we fought, stabbed each other a few more times, and eventually got tired and gave up.  Look!"The man lifted his shirt to show a dozen chest wounds, at least six of them should've eventually killed him.  But the man simply laughed it off and took another drink from his cup and toasted the crowd.</blockquote>