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Message: <blockquote data-quote="Lazlow" data-source="post: 2458867" data-attributes="member: 24242">"Who?" the guard mutters weakly.  He shrugs as the door closes shut.Inside the Captain's quarters, you traverse a short hall and look inside the first room, which is on your left.  Sitting there at his desk is who you assume to be the Captain of the Town Guard, pouring over a sheaf of parchment.  And by "pouring" I mean literally pouring, he is filling a comically large crystal goblet with wine, which, despite it being comically large, does not contain the amount of wine that he wishes to pour into it.  Also comically large are his moustaches, which seem more like those woven-reed boats you've seen primitive folk make.  He takes a long belt of wine from the goblet, the size of which you now deduce as being the optimal size for someone with such an abundance of facial hair."Hello?  Yes?  Have you come for the reward?  Jolly good!  Sit down, my good fellow, sit down," he slurps, mostly forgetting to swallow his wine before talking.  His moustaches droop with the added weight of several ounces of liquid.  He takes a seat himself and sets his elbows on his desk, propping his chin up in his hands.  At least, that's what you figure he's doing, you can't really see his hands anymore.  He looks at you wide-eyed and excited.</blockquote>