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Message: <blockquote data-quote="digimattic" data-source="post: 5561262" data-attributes="member: 6666878">Arnir looks up from the ample bosom of the bar maid, entranced by its rising and falling as she talks, breathes and laughs. The placid expression on his face quickly sours as he sees who is addressing him."I would have thought that news would have traveled quickly in such a small town. No matter. Let me ask you something, guardsman.." he says with obvious contempt "...in an average month, what might you be called to deal with? A tavern brawl? The theft of someone's goat? Perhaps even the rare murder? Strong stuff I'm sure. This month my companions and I have escaped a city under siege by the army of Ragesia, slaughtered an entire band of bounty hunters, destroyed a Ragesian Inquisitor and his undead soldiers and sent a hell hound, a hell-spawned devil and his minions back to their plane. To answer your question, I am your better. Now answer me this: who are you to speak of this lovely creature as if she was your possession? 'Best Girl'..." Snorts Arnir "...as though she were one of your wretched <img src="https://cdn.jsdelivr.net/joypixels/assets/8.0/png/unicode/64/1f642.png" class="smilie smilie--emoji" loading="lazy" width="64" height="64" alt=":)" title="Smile    :)"  data-smilie="1"data-shortname=":)" /><img src="https://cdn.jsdelivr.net/joypixels/assets/8.0/png/unicode/64/1f642.png" class="smilie smilie--emoji" loading="lazy" width="64" height="64" alt=":)" title="Smile    :)"  data-smilie="1"data-shortname=":)" /><img src="https://cdn.jsdelivr.net/joypixels/assets/8.0/png/unicode/64/1f642.png" class="smilie smilie--emoji" loading="lazy" width="64" height="64" alt=":)" title="Smile    :)"  data-smilie="1"data-shortname=":)" /><img src="https://cdn.jsdelivr.net/joypixels/assets/8.0/png/unicode/64/1f642.png" class="smilie smilie--emoji" loading="lazy" width="64" height="64" alt=":)" title="Smile    :)"  data-smilie="1"data-shortname=":)" /> stained, moth addled shirts. Be gone with you, before I instruct you in the ways of the arcane in a manner from which you will not survive."Having said that, Arnir, with a grip still on his bow makes a strange gesture and mutters a few obscure words. As he does, the bar seems to fill to the brim with a horde of unseen people, swirling around the group of guards, some whispering softly, some yelling:"leave...""Run you fools!""LEAVE NOW!""run...run...just run""why are you here? leave!"[ooc]Arnir has cast ghost sound- there are 16 distinct voices.[/ooc]</blockquote>

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