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Message: <blockquote data-quote="Shoel Sweeny" data-source="post: 2921023" data-attributes="member: 40608">"Right then, pip pip, and exus ego'n all that.  Fare thee well young miss."Cosh scampers off down an alley as you make your descent, the straps of his attire silent as he footpads off to some other corner of the city.The inside of the imaginary meal is lit with greens, yellows and violets, and none of these illuminations are the products of candles.  The air is smoky and pungent as the Cage's air outside, but this sort is rich and pleasent as hickory and nutmeg where-as the Sigil's air is only smog and dust.  The ceiling is pitched in five differint places, and the longer you stare into one of the angles the more you see of an imaginary battle, or the creation of a sculpture, or perhaps a dream image of any of the patrons.  Speaking of the patrons, you find they're all dressed in loose and leisurely as academics on holiday, the lot of them in exited whispers or half-belted drunken tunes which might or might not be anthems of their universities.  A man in khaki slacks and a brown vest over a navy blue shirt sits near a fire pit that blazes but seems to give off no light, he motions you over excitedly as he recognizes you."Ms Ying, here here, I have a fine place set for you here!"  The shout is jovial but friendly, and none of the other diners look up from their discussion at the humans outbirst.  The man you presume as one Duhrnquest Peelhollow waves his hand to the empty plate on his oppisite side, his features look Greyhawk Western but his smile looks Arboreal wide.</blockquote>

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