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Message: <blockquote data-quote="DEFCON 1" data-source="post: 1900671" data-attributes="member: 7006">'What in the world was that?'Pohl exclaims as the flash of light illuminates everyone in the bar.  He tries to glance outside but the heads of various patrons and that clueless barmaid get in his way.  He turns back to the woman at his side and is about to say something when suddenly the door opens up and the huge ogre Bork comes in, looking a little shaken.  This takes Pohl aback, because if a lightning strike can even shudder an ogre like Bork, then something important and possible dangerous is going on.  Ordinarily he wouldn't involve himself in something like this since he wasn't getting paid for it, but the coincidence of him down here dealing with the daughter of a spy not more than a couple hundred yards from a freak electrical strike tells him that perhaps something more insidious is going on.'If you will please excuse me, my dear...' he says to Tai, '...but I believe something is requiring my potential attention.  It was a pleasure.'He takes the changeling woman's hand in his and lightly kisses the back of it.  Then he gathers his cloak around him, pulls up his hood, picks the warhammer up off of the bar and places it back on the hook on his belt, then starts elbowing his way through the crowd.'Excuse me... pardon me... Pohl D'Velderan, House Tharashk coming through!  Please go back to your seats and let the professionals handle this!  Excuse me!  You go sit down, buddy!  Pardon me!'He reaches the door, throws a glance at Bork who is still a little nervous, then pushes open the door and steps out onto the bridge in the rain.  He starts hustling towards where he believe the lightning came from to see what he can find.((Spot Check please +4))</blockquote>

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