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<blockquote data-quote="Gregor" data-source="post: 5672858" data-attributes="member: 11751">********Bronze TridentLars, you have no trouble finding a place to lay low outside of the tavern.&nbsp; Given its placement near the docks, there are clusters of crates, barrels and garbage scattered here and there that make ideal hiding spots. You wait in the rain, progressively getting wetter and more miserable.&nbsp; Drunken sailors and late night street vendors wander the streets.&nbsp; Some notice you and jump back in surprise before continuing on, but most are oblivious to a wet man hiding in the shadows.&nbsp; After what seems like an eternity, but was more like two hours, you see Fineas come stumbling out of the Bronze Trident.&nbsp; When the door opens, the street is flooded with a quick slash of light and a blast of music, laughter and tankards hitting tabletops.&nbsp; Fineas shuts the door, hiccups and then looks around as if trying to get his bearings.&nbsp; He stumbles to the left, and then to the right and scratches his greasy hair as if confused.&nbsp; Finally, he chooses a direction and clumsily clops down the street like a drowsy mule.&nbsp; He beings to sing a song, horribly off key and he begins to move down towards the docks.</blockquote>

[QUOTE="Gregor, post: 5672858, member: 11751"] ******** [B]Bronze Trident[/B] Lars, you have no trouble finding a place to lay low outside of the tavern. Given its placement near the docks, there are clusters of crates, barrels and garbage scattered here and there that make ideal hiding spots. You wait in the rain, progressively getting wetter and more miserable. Drunken sailors and late night street vendors wander the streets. Some notice you and jump back in surprise before continuing on, but most are oblivious to a wet man hiding in the shadows. After what seems like an eternity, but was more like two hours, you see Fineas come stumbling out of the Bronze Trident. When the door opens, the street is flooded with a quick slash of light and a blast of music, laughter and tankards hitting tabletops. Fineas shuts the door, hiccups and then looks around as if trying to get his bearings. He stumbles to the left, and then to the right and scratches his greasy hair as if confused. Finally, he chooses a direction and clumsily clops down the street like a drowsy mule. He beings to sing a song, horribly off key and he begins to move down towards the docks. [/QUOTE]

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