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Message: <blockquote data-quote="Craig Fox" data-source="post: 7117361" data-attributes="member: 6882019">Late at night, in the drizzling rain, a mysterious stranger crept along the cobblestones, pressed up against the walls to shield from the rain, a hooded lantern in one hand to light her way.She grimaced, knowing she was late for this assignment. Doing the rounds this evening had taken much longer than expected. There was the band of nervous neophytes who'd needed a very gentle hand and lots of persuasion to ease them into their first adventure. Other groups had insisted on driving a hard bargain for their rewards, and then there was the darned Cool Kids, complaining that the assignment she offered wasn't retro enough. What was with those guys? Only last month they'd been asking for skill challenges and inherent bonus rewards. But now, all she had to do was visit the most generic tavern in the known multiverse, hand off her task, and enjoy a well-earned sleep.The mysterious stranger opened the door, stepped inside, and ... uh-oh. This was ugly. Like mutant troll with its face in a blade barrier ugly. You could never truly call a tavern crowd happy, but this lot were downright upset. Raised voices, shouts, glares like daggers, and a very nervous looking bartender who appeared to be the focal point of it all. The stranger deftly wended her way through the furious patrons till she was standing near the bartender. "What's up?" she hissed.The bartender started, then glanced over. "Oh, just a mysterious stranger." he said, looking relieved for a moment. "This lot are angry because I just ran out of ale. Makes no sense, I always have plenty on tap for the evening. I think someone stole the keg.""Have you told them that?""Tried to. No sympathy. You either give this lot ale or you don't count on seeing tomorrow."The shouts grew louder. Heavy fists smashed into the bar. From more than one place came the sounds of splintered glass. "Sorry dude," warned the stranger, "this place is about to blow. Initiative rolls are almost here, and you can't afford to wait for your turn normally. You need to use the new Mike Mearls initiative system.""What?" hissed the bartender. "We don't even have all the details of that yet!""Doesn't matter. This lot are still on cyclic initiative so you'll win. Unless you're Kvothe in disguise, I suggest you get out of here." Without another word, the stranger breezed back out the entrance way."Aw heck." growled the bartender, choosing to run. He rolled 2 on a 1d6 and dove out the back, a moment before a fusillade of chairs and broken glasses slammed into the wall behind him. Meanwhile, the mysterious stranger was quietly changing the tavern's sign. When she was done, it now bore a name.THE PUB WITH NO BEER</blockquote>

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