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Message: <blockquote data-quote="Rae ArdGaoth" data-source="post: 5780910" data-attributes="member: 21064">The tavern door swings open halfway, and young man is about to enter, when he suddenly stops, turns his nose towards the outside, and walks out of the bar before he quite fully entered.Patrons enjoying their drinks at first give him no attention, but the swinging of the tavern door wafts a gentle, but powerful, and oh-so-delicious smell into the room.  It's the smell of something fresh out of the oven, something with a tender, flaky crust, wonderfully, crispily made, with insides juicy and dripping with... wonderfulness, and...  It's the smell of Edwyd Edwyd's nigh divine apple pie.One red-haired dwarf, slumped over a table, apparently in a drunken stupor, suddenly jerks upright.  "If tha's nah' the best thing Ah ever smelt in me 'ole life..."  Without another word, he bolts out the tavern.People stand up from their tables, peering out the window.  A small crowd of observers has gathered around a cab just outside of Edwyd's Victuals.  Those peering, forgetting their drinks, leave the tavern, murmuring amongst themselves, a half dazed grin on their faces, following the young man, and now the dwarf, to the source of the celestial smell.The tavern is nearly empty now.  Joe just chuckles and continues wiping a glass that never seems to get clean.</blockquote>