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Message: <blockquote data-quote="GlassEye" data-source="post: 6173477" data-attributes="member: 40413">Qalabash BaramThe door to the Dunn Wright Inn, in its perpetual cycle of open and close, again swings wide to allow entrance of another seeking fame and fortune, or at the least, respite from the hot Venzan day.  The stranger is foreign, though who isn't in this city-on-the-sea, and one might suspect he is from rival Rhat'matanis though his clothing is a hodge-podge of styles from both that country and the Grasslands of the Pell.  The man wears a flowing white shirt over which is a long, studded leather jerkin like those favored by the Pell's horsemen but decorated with a peacock feather vest.  The ensemble is topped by a voluminous purple turban.The man, past his prime though not yet into old age, takes a few steps into the common room.  His dark red-wood staff taps out his cadence until he stops and throws his arms wide."Greetings friends and fellows of the Dust-trodden Way!"His smile beams with square, yellowed, horse-like teeth and he approaches the bar near a somewhat damp younger man.  He taps the bar with a thick, horny nail to get the brutish orc-blood bartender's attention."I don't suppose you have fermented mare's milk?  No?  Well, then, I shall take whatever you in your judgement deems 'quality'.  And a plate of the house special."  He sniffs the air suspiciously.  "Correction, my friend, a plate of something off the hoof or wing; the fish smells a bit off."<a href="http://imageshack.us/photo/my-images/10/8npg.png/" target="_blank"><img src="http://img10.imageshack.us/img10/2678/8npg.png" alt="" class="fr-fic fr-dii fr-draggable " data-size="" style="" /></a>. . . Qalabash Baram . . .</blockquote>

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