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Message: <blockquote data-quote="mistersolve" data-source="post: 5143031" data-attributes="member: 89121">Gavin's Wall O' TextAs taverns go, The Limping Gith did not seem extraordinary.  While its waterside location was certainly a convenience, it also assuredly hastened the building's aging process.  Glancing about, it did not take one long to discern that the place's best days were likely behind it.  From the mildew slowly creeping up the walls in the darkened corners, to the cracked and occasionally squeaky planked floor, to the sparse decor which seemed to be mainly comprised of large unmarked crates and one poorly tended plant, it seemed that the only thing keeping Old Man Gith from shambling creakily off his rickety dockside perch was the thorough pickling of his bones through countless years of spilled libations.  But as Gavin's father was fond of saying, "In character, in manners, in style, in all things, the supreme excellence is simplicity."  It fit the Gith to the letter.  Perhaps it wasn't fit to host a royal ball, but there was something to be said for good, honest company and simple, strong drink.  The Limping Gith was well equipped to offer this respite without pretension or complication.  As he made his way down the bustling dockside toward the washed out, rusty collection of lettering that marked the tavern's entry sign, Gavin realized it had been quite awhile since he had taken time to visit this section of Milranya.  In such a vast metropolis, it was easy to become mired in the rut of the familiar daily routine.  Indeed, many citizens seemed content to live out their entire lives without venturing far from their home districts.  As a resident of Final Communion, Gavin had more familiarity with citizens throughout Milranya than most, and he had struck up friendships with more than a few.  But in spite of all his efforts to maintain these relationships, even he was beginning to succumb to the inertia of everyday life.  The thought was a discouraging one.           Gavin quickly shook the concerns from his mind as he strode underneath the threadbare yellow awning and into the darkened, dilapidated timbers that made up the interior of the Gith proper.   Tonight was a time for celebration, for renewing old friendships, for discovering new ones...and of course, for copious besotted gluttony!           Although his brief military career could by no means be classified as successful, Gavin did not consider it unpleasant.  Of all the Milranyan institutions, the military was perhaps the most eclectic.  The mandatory service period for citizens of a certain age meant that all but the most privileged were destined to spend at least some small amount of time together.  And so during his training, Gavin had a chance to meet and befriend people from all over the city.  The shared experiences that  defined the crucible of military service made for strong ties; thus, Gavin had been able to maintain a good many of his friendships even in his civilian life.  He had been most glad of their invitation to the most recent military gathering at The Limping Gith and was very much looking forward to a jubilant evening of camaraderie.</blockquote>

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