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<blockquote data-quote="GreyOne" data-source="post: 936262" data-attributes="member: 858">( I ) Nado guffaws loudly at Bragon's jest, following the dark haired man through the door and into a dimly lit chamber.&nbsp; Light pours in through two cloudy glass casements in the northern wall.&nbsp; Opposite stands a trestle table lined with jugs and a cask.&nbsp; Several smaller tables and benches are scattered about the room.&nbsp; At one, two plain-looking fellows in dusty grey woolens are seated, backs bent over the table and wooden mugs in their hands.&nbsp;&nbsp; Their conversation halts as you enter.&nbsp; Both are large, swarthy fellows, of what looks like pure Engolthen blood.&nbsp; They glance towards you and then turn away, returning to their conversation.&nbsp; You hear a crash through a back doorway and something rolling. &quot;Shimrack's Black Teeth!&quot; comes a muffled curse. The room smells of leather and stale ale.&nbsp; ( II )The old crone hobbles down the alleyway.&nbsp; Her walking staff plunges into the muck on the ground, making a squelching sound as she withdraws it from the mud with each step.&nbsp; She is mumbling to herself.&nbsp; &quot;Ha!&quot; She rounds a bend to the right and awkwardly walks past a rotting rain barrel left against a wall.&nbsp; As Ulfghar comes to the corner, he finds himself face to face with the woman.&nbsp; She is standing, legs apart and leaning on her staff.&nbsp; Her grinning mouth displays&nbsp; perhaps a half-dozen stained, rotting teeth.&quot;Ha!&nbsp; Vada?&nbsp; Hee hee.&nbsp; No, ye shan't be asking kisses from Kivna, traveler!&quot;&nbsp; Like is like as not!&quot;</blockquote>

[QUOTE="GreyOne, post: 936262, member: 858"] ( I ) Nado guffaws loudly at Bragon's jest, following the dark haired man through the door and into a dimly lit chamber. Light pours in through two cloudy glass casements in the northern wall. Opposite stands a trestle table lined with jugs and a cask. Several smaller tables and benches are scattered about the room. At one, two plain-looking fellows in dusty grey woolens are seated, backs bent over the table and wooden mugs in their hands. Their conversation halts as you enter. Both are large, swarthy fellows, of what looks like pure Engolthen blood. They glance towards you and then turn away, returning to their conversation. You hear a crash through a back doorway and something rolling. [COLOR=chocolate]"Shimrack's Black Teeth!" [/COLOR] comes a muffled curse. The room smells of leather and stale ale. ( II ) The old crone hobbles down the alleyway. Her walking staff plunges into the muck on the ground, making a squelching sound as she withdraws it from the mud with each step. She is mumbling to herself. [COLOR=orangered]"Ha!"[/COLOR] She rounds a bend to the right and awkwardly walks past a rotting rain barrel left against a wall. As Ulfghar comes to the corner, he finds himself face to face with the woman. She is standing, legs apart and leaning on her staff. Her grinning mouth displays perhaps a half-dozen stained, rotting teeth.[COLOR=orangered]"Ha! Vada? Hee hee. No, ye shan't be asking kisses from Kivna, traveler!" Like is like as not!"[/COLOR] [/QUOTE]

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