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Message: <blockquote data-quote="airwalkrr" data-source="post: 6200008" data-attributes="member: 12460">Corbin, male human cleric1[ATTACH]59225[/ATTACH]Corbin cannot help but chuckle to himself at the drama unfolding between the pregnant half-elf woman and her paramour. I've known a lass or two in my days of travels, but never been back to the places where they lived after. I wonder what a return to those places might look like for me. My holy oaths keep me from indulging in such dalliances now, however. Ah, the days of my youth, he reminisces. He is growing tired of the mead. It isn't spiced the way Mum Jalise used to make it, so the mug now sits at his table untouched. He decides he would after all like something of more substance to eat however. "Merla, dear!" he calls out, "I'll be having a wing of roasted pheasant, or chicken if you have it.""Be right with you, traveler," she says, clearly occupied with other customers.While he waits for his roasted fowl, he continues to observe the patrons of the inn, still on the lookout for someone with respectable work.</blockquote>