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<blockquote data-quote="shadowbloodmoon" data-source="post: 2955194" data-attributes="member: 9986">[sblock=OOC]Disclaimer: the following is a compliment to Dire Lemming and Ambrus. Sort of:You are as bad as Ambrus. Overanalyzing everything and all that&nbsp; <img src="https://cdn.jsdelivr.net/joypixels/assets/8.0/png/unicode/64/1f61b.png" class="smilie smilie--emoji" loading="lazy" width="64" height="64" alt=":p" title="Stick out tongue&nbsp; &nbsp; :p"&nbsp; data-smilie="7"data-shortname=":p" />&nbsp; Not to worry though, keeps me on my toes as GM.[/sblock]The tiny Chadra-Fan squeaks out of its shoes as Bol taps him on the shoulder. Well, it would have if it was wearing any. &quot;Help you can. Give help I. Question ask. Answer give. Gift to you.&quot; If a Chadra-Fan's smile could be recognized, this was it. Bol also notes that some of the patrons watching the interaction have gained some sort of entertainment from it, as they are sharing quiet laughter. The Twi'Lek woman doesn't move from her close position, her lekku twitching slowly, almost hypnotically. Kesler can smell the sweet scent of exotic perfume on her. Her thin lips curl slowly into a smile. &quot;I never asked if you knew me, but yes, I do know you. Doctor.&quot; Her hand, seemingly appearing from thin air in Kesler's peripheral vison, lightly strokes his cheek. &quot;I know you very well.&quot;Kesler Murada, a doctor who has seen more patients than a Hutt has rolls of fat, does not recognize her however.</blockquote>

[QUOTE="shadowbloodmoon, post: 2955194, member: 9986"] [sblock=OOC][color=gray]Disclaimer: the following is a compliment to Dire Lemming and Ambrus. Sort of: You are as bad as Ambrus. Overanalyzing everything and all that :p Not to worry though, keeps me on my toes as GM.[/color][/sblock] The tiny Chadra-Fan squeaks out of its shoes as Bol taps him on the shoulder. Well, it would have if it was wearing any. [color=green]"Help you can. Give help I. Question ask. Answer give. Gift to you."[/color] If a Chadra-Fan's smile could be recognized, this was it. Bol also notes that some of the patrons watching the interaction have gained some sort of entertainment from it, as they are sharing quiet laughter. The Twi'Lek woman doesn't move from her close position, her lekku twitching slowly, almost hypnotically. Kesler can smell the sweet scent of exotic perfume on her. Her thin lips curl slowly into a smile. [color=lavender]"I never asked if you knew [i]me[/i], but yes, I do know you. Doctor."[/color] Her hand, seemingly appearing from thin air in Kesler's peripheral vison, lightly strokes his cheek. [color=lavender]"I know you very well."[/color] Kesler Murada, a doctor who has seen more patients than a Hutt has rolls of fat, does not recognize her however. [/QUOTE]

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