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Message: <blockquote data-quote="Uriel" data-source="post: 1767775" data-attributes="member: 8222">bad DM...missing Class!OoC: Real Life seems to be finally stable, catching up.Welcome back Argent.Belli giggles as she takes Tzzecct by the hand (claw?) and leads him to the dance floor, moving through the opening routines of Habermann's Waltz, a lively elvish jig whose nature belies it's pompous name. Stumbling through the first steps, Tzzecct quickly finds his insectile mind settling on the logic of the pattern in the steps, moving with ever-growing ease.<Peform checks were 9...then 21, he is doing OK>.The girl looks pleased, and her friends are all giggling and clapping along to the tune, moving in time with the drummers and pipe players on the sidelines.********************************************************Not two seconds after setting downthe Wolf, Brahnz finds herself exasperated as Lupe dashes off again.Leaping for a platter being carried by a cook,Lupe executes a perfect snatch-n-grab, making off with a massive turkey leg from the serving platter, the elvish cook in tow, cursing the Wolf as he runs.  Turning, she finds Whistler talking to a rough looking human woman,the both of them turning to spot her in turn.********************************************************Whistler finds the womanto be a friendly, if slightly reserved (and who wasn't in these times and places?) person. She is, however, taken aback by the unfulring of the marshall's wings, a slight smile touchingher lips, to fade as she sees the state of them. A look passes her face suggesting curiousity regarding them, though she quickly clears her face of such a display. Gesturing towards the band, the woman pauses, seeing Brahnz looking their way. 'A friend of yours, my Good Marshall?'Turning, Whistler sees Brahnz staring right at the woman and himself...*********************************************************Gabe's keen senses serve him well, as he notices something slightly [wrong[/i] in the way that two of the party-goers stand. Too tense, and far too on edge, these two. Near the edge of the part as well. Hidden guards or some sort of law enforcers, perhaps? the two are a dwarf and a human, both casually armed with blades, though neither seems to wear armor. then, with a nod from the dwarf, the two of them slip off, down towards the distamnt creek that lies South of the party...*********************************************************Ezra's query brigs a smile from the Gnome.'Why, just throw yer  chip inna hat and the Caller'll pick the matches right quick.' The Gnome shows a small wooden chip with his name upon it, passing a similar one and a quill to the Dwarf. A tall Orc stands nearby, an old brown hat upturned in his hands.*******************************************************</blockquote>

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