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<blockquote data-quote="Sephiroth no Miko" data-source="post: 1781473" data-attributes="member: 4796">Well, the gaggle of Guvner and Xaositect armchair philosophers seem quite content to continue speculating and arguing at least this night through, and the flow of their conversation moves on when they sense you've lost interest. Occasionally, you can hear them pull other groups into their debate though like you, most tire of the discussion rather quickly.The pretty barmaid returns with another round of drinks and a wink for Kiaros before she disappears into the crowd once more.As the bub hits your belly with a warm feeling, leaving you relaxed and mellow, you notice that the imps you saw earlier have made their way to this side of the tavern, and are soliciting patrons for dances. The small creatures guzzle foul-looking brew as they laugh and dance merrily at your feet. The githyanki they have been carousing with earlier have also moved closer, continuing to clap out a rhythm as they sing a bouncy ditty about life in the Silver Void.&quot;Time to dance, basher,&quot; one imp says in his raspy voice as he grabs Zoe's hand. Another grabs Vladimir's and bats her eyes at him drunkenly, tugging at him to join them. &quot;Everybody do the modron!&quot; another shouts, and the imps begin to dance with jerky, clockwork movements.</blockquote>

[QUOTE="Sephiroth no Miko, post: 1781473, member: 4796"] Well, the gaggle of Guvner and Xaositect armchair philosophers seem quite content to continue speculating and arguing at least this night through, and the flow of their conversation moves on when they sense you've lost interest. Occasionally, you can hear them pull other groups into their debate though like you, most tire of the discussion rather quickly. The pretty barmaid returns with another round of drinks and a wink for Kiaros before she disappears into the crowd once more. As the bub hits your belly with a warm feeling, leaving you relaxed and mellow, you notice that the imps you saw earlier have made their way to this side of the tavern, and are soliciting patrons for dances. The small creatures guzzle foul-looking brew as they laugh and dance merrily at your feet. The githyanki they have been carousing with earlier have also moved closer, continuing to clap out a rhythm as they sing a bouncy ditty about life in the Silver Void. "Time to dance, basher," one imp says in his raspy voice as he grabs Zoe's hand. Another grabs Vladimir's and bats her eyes at him drunkenly, tugging at him to join them. "Everybody do the modron!" another shouts, and the imps begin to dance with jerky, clockwork movements. [/QUOTE]

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