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Message: <blockquote data-quote="airwalkrr" data-source="post: 6196690" data-attributes="member: 12460">[ATTACH]59159[/ATTACH]"Ah, my bread and mead!" Corbin exclaims as Marla brings it over to his table. He hands her a few coins for the meal and a couple of coppers as a tip. "And I'll happily toss a few extra coppers your way if you keep my mug full," he adds with a smile.Corbin mulls over his mead slowly while nibbling at a crust of bread. He eyes the patrons of the Dunn Wright Inn. He had heard stories of this place from the halfling clan he had grown up with. Though he had never before visited himself, he had heard Papa Boros tell him of the place, how it was always so full of heroes and adventurers. He had always pictured knights in shining armor, wizards with bright robes conjuring flame, and rogue acrobats vaulting across tables. It was, in fact, almost indistinguishable from a great many taverns he had visited before in his youthful travels, except that a great deal more of the patrons here brought weapons and armor with them. But for the most part they seemed as scruffy and boisterous as any other tavern patrons he had seen before. I suppose one doesn't have to look as fantastic as the storybooks to be a great hero, either that or I'm in the wrong place.Corbin keeps his ears perked up for any missions that might suit his talents and desires. He is, after all, a youthful fledgling cleric. No doubt many of these grizzled warriors were veterans who had been at the adventuring business for years. He couldn't pick up with just any of them for fear of getting in over his head.</blockquote>

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