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<blockquote data-quote="Jarval" data-source="post: 1130675" data-attributes="member: 421">(Horatio's Spot Check: <a href="http://www14.brinkster.com/nadaka/Experiments/DiceBoxSearch.asp?FindValue=561&amp;SearchFor=RollNum" target="_blank">17</a>Osric's Spot Check: <a href="http://www14.brinkster.com/nadaka/Experiments/DiceBoxSearch.asp?FindValue=562&amp;SearchFor=RollNum" target="_blank">18</a>)Horatio and Osric gladly step into the warmth of the tavern, both looking around the common room.&quot;Looks just like home, doesn't it?&quot;&quot;Taverns all over the world do, I've been told.&nbsp; But I'm reserving judgment until I've found out what's in the stew.&nbsp; They eat some strange things in foreign places.&quot;&quot;You know what you're trouble is?&nbsp; You've got no sense of adventure.&nbsp; Don't you ever want to explore tastes outside of mutton stew?&quot;&quot;Mutton stew has stood me in good stead all my life.&nbsp; I see little need to go upsetting my digestion with anything exotic unless absolutely necessary.&quot;&quot;Like I said, no sense of...&nbsp; Hey!&nbsp; Did that man say I look like I'm from a fair?&quot;&quot;I dare say you do.&nbsp; Your outfit is a little high fashion for a town like this.&quot;&quot;Hmm, good point.&nbsp; Maybe tomorrow I'd better try and find something a little less conspicuous.&quot;The brothers head over to the bar, Horatio nodding a greeting to any patrons they pass on the way.&quot;Another ale, and a mug of wine, if you'd be so good.&quot;&nbsp; Horatio smiles at the innkeeper, passing a couple of silver coins over to join Baldor's.Osric sits with a grunt on a stool, pulling off his gauntlets.&nbsp; &quot;Gods be praised!&nbsp; I've been on my feet far too long today.&quot;&nbsp; He unstraps the greive on his injured leg, wincing as the pressure on his knee is relived.</blockquote>

[QUOTE="Jarval, post: 1130675, member: 421"] [color=red](Horatio's Spot Check: [url=http://www14.brinkster.com/nadaka/Experiments/DiceBoxSearch.asp?FindValue=561&SearchFor=RollNum]17[/url] Osric's Spot Check: [url=http://www14.brinkster.com/nadaka/Experiments/DiceBoxSearch.asp?FindValue=562&SearchFor=RollNum]18[/url])[/color] Horatio and Osric gladly step into the warmth of the tavern, both looking around the common room. [color=sandybrown]"Looks just like home, doesn't it?"[/color] [color=yellowgreen]"Taverns all over the world do, I've been told. But I'm reserving judgment until I've found out what's in the stew. They eat some strange things in foreign places."[/color] [color=sandybrown]"You know what you're trouble is? You've got no sense of adventure. Don't you ever want to explore tastes outside of mutton stew?"[/color] [color=yellowgreen]"Mutton stew has stood me in good stead all my life. I see little need to go upsetting my digestion with anything exotic unless absolutely necessary."[/color] [color=sandybrown]"Like I said, no sense of... Hey! Did that man say I look like I'm from a fair?"[/color] [color=yellowgreen]"I dare say you do. Your outfit is a little high fashion for a town like this."[/color] [color=sandybrown]"Hmm, good point. Maybe tomorrow I'd better try and find something a little less conspicuous."[/color] The brothers head over to the bar, Horatio nodding a greeting to any patrons they pass on the way. [color=sandybrown]"Another ale, and a mug of wine, if you'd be so good."[/color] Horatio smiles at the innkeeper, passing a couple of silver coins over to join Baldor's. Osric sits with a grunt on a stool, pulling off his gauntlets. [color=yellowgreen]"Gods be praised! I've been on my feet far too long today."[/color] He unstraps the greive on his injured leg, wincing as the pressure on his knee is relived. [/QUOTE]

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