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<blockquote data-quote="Greybar" data-source="post: 2719337" data-attributes="member: 4938">Locutus, Hollus, and Fera sit down at the table.&nbsp; Naturally enough, Hollus seats himself right down on Locutus's left, while Fera sits to his right.&nbsp; Locutus is facing the door, and Fera is then the one closest to the door at the table.Hollus replies to Vanik's question.&nbsp; &quot;Things are well enough on the island, though people have heard terrible tales of the spires and the last iceberry harvest.&quot;Albus and Celarus are seated at the bar, which puts them in profile to the door, by the by.&nbsp; We'll say Albus is sitting closest to the door.&nbsp; The two of them can see that behind the bar is a sparse collection of earthen mugs, along with a number of mismatched smaller glasses.&quot;Ay, mulled cider is good when the breath blows down from the spires.&quot;Vanik takes one of the earthen mugs and roughly fills it with a ladle from a cast iron pot that sits over a small flame.&nbsp; Then, moving with considerably more care,, he takes one of the smaller glasses and draws from a tap on a large brassen vessel.&nbsp; The liquid looks thin and volitile, clear with a hint of blue, and seeming to have a slight luminescence to it.He smiles up at Celarus at the bar as he lifts it, a slight shine perhaps in his eyes.&nbsp; He steps around the bar to bring the cider and liquor to the table.&nbsp; As he steps back, he pauses next to Celarus. &quot;I don't have that much in the way of wine, unless you have a spot of gold on you.&nbsp; Would you like to try some of this to warm you instead?&quot;Celarus: [sblock]You hear the sharp sound of wood smacking on wood, like a door slamming in the distance, and some shouted voices.[/sblock]</blockquote>

[QUOTE="Greybar, post: 2719337, member: 4938"] Locutus, Hollus, and Fera sit down at the table. Naturally enough, Hollus seats himself right down on Locutus's left, while Fera sits to his right. Locutus is facing the door, and Fera is then the one closest to the door at the table. Hollus replies to Vanik's question. "Things are well enough on the island, though people have heard terrible tales of the spires and the last iceberry harvest." Albus and Celarus are seated at the bar, which puts them in profile to the door, by the by. We'll say Albus is sitting closest to the door. The two of them can see that behind the bar is a sparse collection of earthen mugs, along with a number of mismatched smaller glasses. "Ay, mulled cider is good when the breath blows down from the spires." Vanik takes one of the earthen mugs and roughly fills it with a ladle from a cast iron pot that sits over a small flame. Then, moving with considerably more care,, he takes one of the smaller glasses and draws from a tap on a large brassen vessel. The liquid looks thin and volitile, clear with a hint of blue, and seeming to have a slight luminescence to it. He smiles up at Celarus at the bar as he lifts it, a slight shine perhaps in his eyes. He steps around the bar to bring the cider and liquor to the table. As he steps back, he pauses next to Celarus. "I don't have that much in the way of wine, unless you have a spot of gold on you. Would you like to try some of this to warm you instead?" Celarus: [sblock] You hear the sharp sound of wood smacking on wood, like a door slamming in the distance, and some shouted voices. [/sblock] [/QUOTE]

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