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Message: <blockquote data-quote="DEFCON 1" data-source="post: 1893217" data-attributes="member: 7006">As the barmaid waves to Pohl in the doorway, he curses himself for forgetting that this was one of the nights she worked.  He tries his best to put on as sincere a smile as he can.'Hi Florana!  How are things?  That rash of yours clear up yet?'Florana's eyes immediately narrow at D'Velderan's scathing insult, and when she hears a snicker from a hobgoblin sitting at one of the other tables, she snaps her neck around to confront him.  This gives Pohl the chance to avoid having to speak to her... jilted former lovers always making for poor conversation.  His eyes connect with the beautiful changeling woman (actually in her regular form oddly enough), and he senses within himself that once again, he's made a "connection" with a lovely lady.  Whether or not that is actually true... that remains to be seen.  He at least seems to think so.'Mmm, mmm, mmm.  Yep, old boy... you still got it' he says to himself under his breath.As Florana gets pulled into a silent conversation with the changeling woman, Pohl decides to get himself a drink.  It's obvious she isn't making any move to run away (and why should she, since she has no idea who he is... although he plans on changing that soon enough).  Pohl strides up to the bar, places his warhammer on the counter, then gives the barman a wide inviting smile.'Olar!  Good to see you, you crusty dog!  How are things?  I'll take a tankard of Nightwood Ale and a slab of cheese!  Still have Bork out front I see.  When are you going to get him enrolled in Morgrave, huh?  There's a potential Enchanter if I ever saw one!  Ha ha ha!!!'</blockquote>

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