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<blockquote data-quote="Artur Hawkwing" data-source="post: 6115909" data-attributes="member: 50177">Posing In: Canasta Emeraldas, Human BardThe bustle of the constantly opening and closing door at the front of the Dunn Wright carries on almost 24 hours a day, seven days a week. So it isn't unusual for all manner of figures to pass through that portal to what some may hope is fame and fortune and for others, the thrill of adventure. No one seems to flick a eyelash as a woman enters, sidestepping a guard or two passing through. The woman looks around, taking in the usual din of customers and other...folk...that frequent the place. She smiles a little as she takes in the mix. She walks to an empty seat at the bar and settles her posterior upon it, fluttering her cape so that it hangs down the back of the chair. She pulls the cowl of her cloak back, letting it drop behind her shoulders. Her blue eyes glimmer, though exactly what might be causing it isn't immediately clear. She turns when approached and orders a glass of wine and some bread and cheese. She then turns and looks again into the filled room. Her snack and wine arrive and she nods and pays for the service. &quot;Quite a place you have here..&quot; she starts in with the face behind the bar. She gets a retort commenting on the general parental history of a majority of those in the place, and shares a laugh. A sip of her wine sets her pallet for a bit of bread and cheese. She smiles a she chews.</blockquote>

[QUOTE="Artur Hawkwing, post: 6115909, member: 50177"] [b]Posing In: Canasta Emeraldas, Human Bard[/b] The bustle of the constantly opening and closing door at the front of the Dunn Wright carries on almost 24 hours a day, seven days a week. So it isn't unusual for all manner of figures to pass through that portal to what some may hope is fame and fortune and for others, the thrill of adventure. No one seems to flick a eyelash as a woman enters, sidestepping a guard or two passing through. The woman looks around, taking in the usual din of customers and other...folk...that frequent the place. She smiles a little as she takes in the mix. She walks to an empty seat at the bar and settles her posterior upon it, fluttering her cape so that it hangs down the back of the chair. She pulls the cowl of her cloak back, letting it drop behind her shoulders. Her blue eyes glimmer, though exactly what might be causing it isn't immediately clear. She turns when approached and orders a glass of wine and some bread and cheese. She then turns and looks again into the filled room. Her snack and wine arrive and she nods and pays for the service. "Quite a place you have here.." she starts in with the face behind the bar. She gets a retort commenting on the general parental history of a majority of those in the place, and shares a laugh. A sip of her wine sets her pallet for a bit of bread and cheese. She smiles a she chews. [/QUOTE]

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