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<blockquote data-quote="s@squ@tch" data-source="post: 3832313" data-attributes="member: 42885">Alessin sidles casually up to the bar, ignoring the gawps of the local yokels. &quot;Good day to you, Master Beswill. I will avail myself of a glass of wine. It will go down well after our dry travels.&quot; Alessin pauses a moment, then adds idly, &quot;As I recall, the vintage of Orlane has a fine reputation around these parts. In fact, my friend Daron calls it a personal favorite. He is the proprietor of The Last Chance Tavern, just outside Hochoch. Do you know him?&quot;As Alessin approaches the bar, the two locals who were seated there, move off to the table near the western hearth.&quot;Good day to you, Master Elf, we do stock the local wine, Orlane has made many fine vintages in the past.&nbsp; I do not know, however, this Daron you speak of.&quot;&quot;And good to see you too, Master Dwarf -- I can have my cook put together a small plate of various meats and cheeses for you in a second.&quot;Gideon sits down at the table closest to the bar, but does not spy any serving wench.&nbsp; His call for brew falls upon deaf ears, except for the Innkeeper.&quot;One mug of ale, coming up.&quot;In response to Ari's question, Bertram responds,&quot;Well, I don't make the wine myself, so I can't be sure why that would be the case.&nbsp; Come to think of it, I am still serving the older vintage.&nbsp; But I suppose there must be some reason for it -- most likely weather related, last year was fairly dry.&quot;&quot;But please indulge me -- we are a small farming community, we do not normally see folk such as yourselves -- adventurers, no?&nbsp; What quest brings you to our small village?&nbsp; Have you been tasked to find missing wine?&quot;&nbsp; He chuckles slightly to himself after the last part.<img src="http://i178.photobucket.com/albums/w244/sas_quatch/GoldenGrainInnFloor1-1.jpg" alt="" class="fr-fic fr-dii fr-draggable " data-size="" style="" /></blockquote>

[QUOTE="s@squ@tch, post: 3832313, member: 42885"] Alessin sidles casually up to the bar, ignoring the gawps of the local yokels. [COLOR=Plum]"Good day to you, Master Beswill. I will avail myself of a glass of wine. It will go down well after our dry travels."[/COLOR] Alessin pauses a moment, then adds idly, [COLOR=Plum]"As I recall, the vintage of Orlane has a fine reputation around these parts. In fact, my friend Daron calls it a personal favorite. He is the proprietor of The Last Chance Tavern, just outside Hochoch. Do you know him?"[/COLOR] As Alessin approaches the bar, the two locals who were seated there, move off to the table near the western hearth. [COLOR=DarkOliveGreen]"Good day to you, Master Elf, we do stock the local wine, Orlane has made many fine vintages in the past. I do not know, however, this Daron you speak of." "And good to see you too, Master Dwarf -- I can have my cook put together a small plate of various meats and cheeses for you in a second."[/COLOR] Gideon sits down at the table closest to the bar, but does not spy any serving wench. His call for brew falls upon deaf ears, except for the Innkeeper. [COLOR=DarkOliveGreen]"One mug of ale, coming up."[/COLOR] In response to Ari's question, Bertram responds[COLOR=DarkOliveGreen],"Well, I don't make the wine myself, so I can't be sure why that would be the case. Come to think of it, I am still serving the older vintage. But I suppose there must be some reason for it -- most likely weather related, last year was fairly dry." "But please indulge me -- we are a small farming community, we do not normally see folk such as yourselves -- adventurers, no? What quest brings you to our small village? Have you been tasked to find missing wine?"[/COLOR] He chuckles slightly to himself after the last part. [IMG]http://i178.photobucket.com/albums/w244/sas_quatch/GoldenGrainInnFloor1-1.jpg[/IMG] [/QUOTE]

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