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Message: <blockquote data-quote="Deuce Traveler" data-source="post: 3028610" data-attributes="member: 34958">Shark Tank Tavern, Port Verge (evening) – Doral, Morika, Partash, CarverDoral nods in thanks to Carver and puts the paper underneath his arm before moving to lightly touching Morika on her shoulder in order to support her weight.  "She decided to have a few too many drinks, Carver.  Why don't you help me get her to her room and safely to bed?"  He tosses a silver piece to Partash and says, "Parlinor, I know this is awkward, but can you bring up a large mug of water to her room?  She's going to need it in the morning, unless you have something that can cure this affliction now."If Partash is unable to cure the problem, Morika is helped in getting settled, then they leave her with her key and Doral gets the bartender and is insistent on watching him lock her door to prevent possible thieves from entering or anyone else taking advantage.He then returns back downstairs and sits with his companions as he looks through the paper.After a moment he gives a low, "Hmmm...now this is interesting.  Seems like the Dreadhold Master Warden has stepped down.  Well, if there's ever a good time to break into a secure area, it's when a green and still-raw leader is put in charge.  Of course, this only helps us if our target ends up being held inside there..."  Doral's voice trails off, the thought obviously uncomfortable to the otherwise seemingly chipper half-elf.  Doral taps his chin thoughtfully, then asks Carver, "So my friend, was there a verbal message passed our way also?  Oh, and Parlinor and I were just talking about taking a nighttime stroll through the less fortunate districts of Port Verge, if you're interested in being our guide."</blockquote>

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