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Message: <blockquote data-quote="cdsaint" data-source="post: 1655218" data-attributes="member: 1617">Once you arrive at the tavern you are greeted by the happy smiling face of Myrta. Her crooked teeth flash a brilliant white as she jumps off the bench in front of Huckabees tavern to greet you. "Lord d'Tornn is ready for you in the second private dining room on the left." She waves a mug of something black and thick in your direction. "Huckabee got in a few kegs of Goldmire Black this morning! Try some, you'll not find anything else like it, I'll guarantee you. No, go on in. It wouldn't do to keep Milord waitin'.  You find Lord d'Tornn already seated in the dining room, dressed in a set of nice, comfortable looking hunting leathers. With his thin grey hair tied back with a leather thong and his battle axe leaning against the table leg he looks more like the professional mercenary he used to be than the Lord he is.  To his left is an old human woman, probably in her sixties. Her face is crisscrossed by the scars of battle and time. She also wears hunting leathers and a longbow and quiver lean against the wall in the corner nearest her chair.  On his other side of him sits a younger half orc, pale and pockmarked, but bearing a definate family resemblance to Lord Khundran d'Tornn. Unlike the two elder House Tharashk members he is dressed in fine courtiers garb.   "Good evening gentlemen. I trust you're finding Huckabee's hospitality to your liking. Most people who aren't used to the swamps seem to find it more comfortable here than in one of our more traditional buildings. Especially in a storm (laughs).  Lord d'Tornn asks you to be seated, and introduces the old woman as Drade Rigossi, an advisor, and the young half orc as his son Willum. After pleasantries are exchanged He summons the waitress and orders.</blockquote>

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