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Message: <blockquote data-quote="Systole" data-source="post: 5623936" data-attributes="member: 93930">The door opens and <a href="http://images2.wikia.nocookie.net/__cb20110714043646/livingpf/images/3/34/Skullface_archer2.png" target="_blank">a female elf in dark leathers</a> stalks into the bar. Her face has been painted in stark black and white, so that an image of a grim-looking skull overlays her own dour expression. Trailing behind her, <a href="http://images2.wikia.nocookie.net/__cb20110713235741/livingpf/images/e/e4/Redpaw.PNG" target="_blank">a dark, four-footed shape</a> slips in as the door closes. At first glance the creature looks wolf-like, but there is clearly something unnatural about it: its fur is midnight black except for the lower halves of its legs, which are blood red, and its eyes are crimson and slitted. The elf glances around the room and selects an empty table with a view of the door and a solid wall at her back, then gestures for a waitress. “Coffee. Sandwich,” she says. “What kind of sandwich?” “Don't care." "What?" "I. Don't. Care." “Oh-kaaay. And your companion?” “Bark?” the black wolf says, in what seems to be a hopeful tone. “He doesn’t need to eat.” “Woof,” the wolf says, dejectedly. When the food comes and the elf begins eating, the wolf wanders over to the bar and looks at Marla with soulful puppy-eyes, although the effect is ruined somewhat by their rather demonic appearance. “Bark, bark, woof,” he says, obviously trying to cadge a handout. “Are you paying?” Marla asks. “Bark woof?” the wolf says, apparently confused. “If you’re not paying, you’re not eating,” Marla explains as she polishes a mug. She glances up at the wolf, “Look, we get stranger things than you coming through here twice a day. I know what you are, and it’s not a wolf, so quit playing dumb.” The wolf coughs, sheepishly. “Uh, not even just a little bowl of ale?” he whispers. Marla snorts and turns away, and the wolf slinks off with his tail between his legs. A minute or so later, a voice from underneath Agno’s table murmurs, “Pssst … hey, buddy. Hey, bird guy. Is anyone drinking that glass of milk?”  [ooc]Not sure how these colors look together on account of a touch o' the old color blindness. Help would be appreciated.[/ooc]</blockquote>

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