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Message: <blockquote data-quote="GlassEye" data-source="post: 6101250" data-attributes="member: 40413">[sblock=Halfling]<a href="http://imageshack.us/photo/my-images/7/halflingfull.jpg/" target="_blank"><img src="http://img7.imageshack.us/img7/7249/halflingfull.jpg" alt="" class="fr-fic fr-dii fr-draggable " data-size="" style="" /></a>[/sblock]The door to the Dunn Wright Inn swings open once more and a young female halfling saunters in.  She has all the attitude of one of the countless halflings who live and work in Gulls district and along the waterways all through the city.  Her leather vest is stained and has a few fish scales stuck to it and her yellow skirt is frayed along its hem.  She carries a satchel over her left shoulder which she keeps a firm hold on.She moves into the room and keeps her eyes roving over the crowds packed in.  She is obviously searching out someone.  After a brief word with a man he scoots over a bit on his bench giving her enough room to climb up.  Instead of seating herself she uses the bench to step up onto the table where she reaches down, grabs an empty mug and bangs it loudly on the table.Across the room Grog looks up.  The half-orc scowls with narrowed eyes at the halfling but makes no move yet.The halfling calls out to those in the room in a surprisingly loud bellow.  "Ai!  Ya lazy blighters, Imma lookin' for a few 'venturin' types."  She motions with one hand for everyone to stay seated.  "Keep yer britches on yer benches!  Spee-ciffic-ly..."  She rummages in her satchel and pulls out a handful of cream-colored envelopes and squints at them, shuffling them to read the names printed on them.  ...Dame Aris Beiryn.  Oh, wait, Damaris Beiryn.  Any o' you lot know Damaris?  How 'bout, ah... a Tyrion Thankirk?  Thuvian Darklight?  Tasanto Nysys?""Offa da table, missy.  Nonna da slobs here wanna eat offa yer smelly feets."  Grog spits into a mug, wipes it out and fills it with beer before handing it to a sailor perched at the bar.</blockquote>

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