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Message: <blockquote data-quote="apocalypstick" data-source="post: 1050470" data-attributes="member: 12356">"Thank you, Lex... Dan," the lass says as the company leaves the pub. "You'll forgive my abruptness, I pray, but understand that there are few here who can claim either honor or decency as traits of their character." She shoots Isaac a brief, but dirty, look from the corner of her eye as he goes to retrieve his dagger and guisarme.Walking across Sparrow Road, flanked between Daniel and Alexander, she gasps when she sees Farrel, bloodied and bruised and thoroughly pummeled from Edwin's magic missiles.{Dan gets the feeling that she is acting a bit melodramatic when she gasps.}***From the corner across Hangman's Alley, Clive the pusher watches the five of you with undisguised interest in his beady black eyes. The burly boy lies crumpled on the sidewalk beneath the eaves of the Grin, his body already growing cold.***"Hey!" the barkeep shouts at the departing Drehluk. "You gots to pay for what I poured you, ya lice-ridden bastard! Get back 'ere!"***{OOC: I have been making some skill rolls for your characters, but should any of you wish to call for a roll at any time, just make a mention of it in parentheses and I'll let you know what the results are.}</blockquote>