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Message: <blockquote data-quote="Lazlow" data-source="post: 2332415" data-attributes="member: 24242">"Hey, Sunderkeg, how 'bout a couple specials to drink to go with the specials to eat here? Thanks!""O' coorse, o' coorse!  Comin' right oop!"  He moves further down the bar and sets about making the pyrotechnic potables.At this she stops rummaging through her bag and fixes you with her eyes again.  She smiles to herself, seemingly satisfied with something, then continues her rummaging. At this she freezes and glares at you with an icy stare.  You get the feeling that this is most definitely unwanted physical contact.  [sblock]As you feel the material, it seems to be pulsating with life - it feels warm to the touch, warmer than a robe should be, but you can feel streams of cold shooting through it, almost like veins of ice water.[/sblock]  As you let go, she loosens a bit, but only slightly.  She continues rummaging through her bag, but she keeps one eye on you."My name...  Iz not to be spoken by you.""Hey, Carlotta!  Good to see you.""Ah, hello Muirna my dahlink!" <makes kissy motions>Her head snaps back to face you and she fixes you with the same steely glare as before.  "Tut-tut-tut!  No zpeaking.  Pleaze, be ztill."  She finally pulls out a long, silvery ribbon out of her bag, then puts the bag away.</blockquote>