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<blockquote data-quote="joesys" data-source="post: 5142129" data-attributes="member: 86062">Emere's monologueIt’s nice of them to send the get together invitation to me still. Perhaps someone in higher up do think whatever happened isn’t my fault. Or perhaps it’s just the event organizer hasn’t received the word of my dishonorable discharge.&nbsp; I must believe it’s the former rather than latter, for the sake of my sanity.In any case, I hope I’m not regretting my choice to go. I do not enjoy being the butt of a joke or being the gossip of the event, but The Limping Gith do serve good meat loaf and strong ale. And it’s been a while since I tasted good food. Who knows what information I can get at the party?True to my fear, people snickered when they saw me. Some even openly pointed at me and said something witty to their companions before they burst into laughter. It took a lot of will to resist the temptation of introducing my first to their face.“At least, the food is good,” I reminded myself. I didn’t have much luck in getting a job there. Most people talked about raids to Outsides, complained about certain pain in the neck officers, and of course, gossiped about certain salacious wenches. I overheard someone mentioned that the Minotaur are screwing with city’s economy with their fake gold.Bah! What do a bunch of dumb brutes know about counterfeiting? It was towards the evening where there was a sudden commotion at the wharf. A couple of goblins were attacking. One thing you have to know about goblins is that they aren’t bright. How could they expect attacking a get-together party, attended by military soldiers, be anything but an epic failure?The party ended. Time to work.At least, the food was good. -Emere</blockquote>

[QUOTE="joesys, post: 5142129, member: 86062"] [b]Emere's monologue[/b] It’s nice of them to send the get together invitation to me still. Perhaps someone in higher up do think whatever happened isn’t my fault. Or perhaps it’s just the event organizer hasn’t received the word of my dishonorable discharge. I must believe it’s the former rather than latter, for the sake of my sanity. In any case, I hope I’m not regretting my choice to go. I do not enjoy being the butt of a joke or being the gossip of the event, but The Limping Gith do serve good meat loaf and strong ale. And it’s been a while since I tasted good food. Who knows what information I can get at the party? True to my fear, people snickered when they saw me. Some even openly pointed at me and said something witty to their companions before they burst into laughter. It took a lot of will to resist the temptation of introducing my first to their face. “At least, the food is good,” I reminded myself. I didn’t have much luck in getting a job there. Most people talked about raids to Outsides, complained about certain pain in the neck officers, and of course, gossiped about certain salacious wenches. I overheard someone mentioned that the Minotaur are screwing with city’s economy with their fake gold. Bah! What do a bunch of dumb brutes know about counterfeiting? It was towards the evening where there was a sudden commotion at the wharf. A couple of goblins were attacking. One thing you have to know about goblins is that they aren’t bright. How could they expect attacking a get-together party, attended by military soldiers, be anything but an epic failure? The party ended. Time to work. At least, the food was good. -Emere [/QUOTE]

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