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<blockquote data-quote="Dunamin" data-source="post: 4988594" data-attributes="member: 57529">Woe gulps a mouthful of rum and puts the barrel down on the ground for a moment, somewhere relatively clear of blood.“Damn right, Pastry Boy, we need provisions! Lessee...”The warrior fiddles with his gear in search for quill and parchment, but eventually gives up, either because he doesn’t have any or because he’s in no condition to navigate his pack anymore. Instead, he tears off some cloth from the dead hexer’s cloak, uses his spear as an improvised pen, and goblin blood as ink to write a shopping list.Even while using both hands (or perhaps because he uses both hands), it takes some time and doesn’t come out pretty, but Atreus is able to decipher the following in big bold capitalized letters:<ul>
<li data-xf-list-type="ul"> 
[*]ALE 
[*]WHORES</li>
</ul>In a moment of clarity, Woe snatches the list back and adds a small addendum:<ul>
<li data-xf-list-type="ul"> 
[*]ALE 
[*]WHORES 
 
[*]potions (the kind that <s>kills</s> heals your liver)</li>
</ul>“Hurry back, there’s no telling what’s gonna happen by the time we run out of rum!”A twitch runs through Woe’s shield-hand at the thought, and he quickly resumes his business.[sblock=Shopping]2 Potions of Healing, please.Woe plays drinking games with Hacker until the others get back, if no better ideas come up.[/sblock]</blockquote>

[QUOTE="Dunamin, post: 4988594, member: 57529"] Woe gulps a mouthful of rum and puts the barrel down on the ground for a moment, somewhere relatively clear of blood. [COLOR="Blue"]“Damn right, Pastry Boy, we need provisions! Lessee...”[/COLOR] The warrior fiddles with his gear in search for quill and parchment, but eventually gives up, either because he doesn’t have any or because he’s in no condition to navigate his pack anymore. Instead, he tears off some cloth from the dead hexer’s cloak, uses his spear as an improvised pen, and goblin blood as ink to write a shopping list. Even while using both hands (or perhaps because he uses both hands), it takes some time and doesn’t come out pretty, but Atreus is able to decipher the following in big bold capitalized letters: [LIST] [SIZE="4"][B][*]ALE [*]WHORES[/B][/SIZE] [/LIST] In a moment of clarity, Woe snatches the list back and adds a small addendum: [LIST] [SIZE="4"][B][*]ALE [*]WHORES[/B][/SIZE] [SIZE="2"][*]potions (the kind that [s]kills[/s] heals your liver)[/SIZE] [/LIST] [COLOR="Blue"]“Hurry back, there’s no telling what’s gonna happen by the time we run out of rum!”[/COLOR] A twitch runs through Woe’s shield-hand at the thought, and he quickly resumes his business. [sblock=Shopping]2 Potions of Healing, please. Woe plays drinking games with Hacker until the others get back, if no better ideas come up.[/sblock] [/QUOTE]

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