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Message: <blockquote data-quote="Cyansylph" data-source="post: 5467563" data-attributes="member: 6670352">A tall, pale, slender tiefling quickly and quietly opens the door to the inn, peeks through and then drags the rest of himself through, flipping his short tail through last. Shutting the door as quickly as he entered, he shuffles to an empty end of the bar, barely looking up from the floor. The slim vials strapped to his chest and waist clink as he walks. Sitting down, he parts his black hair around his two small horns and gently attempts to set his pack on the ground.The iron trident strapped to the side of the backpack catches a notch in the floor and the trident rapidly spins towards the tiefling as it falls to the floor. Flailing backwards and almost off of his stool, the tiefling deftly snatches the trident and lets the whole ordeal fall softly to the floor behind the stool."Ahem...  Ale please"</blockquote>