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Message: <blockquote data-quote="Munin" data-source="post: 2811260" data-attributes="member: 5722">Franky Four-FingersThe sounds of a woman's laughter, followed by the slamming of a door, filter down from the second floor. Moments later, a couple appears at the bottom of the stairs, the man lazily draping his arm across her shoulders as she laughs again at some joke. The woman, a red-haired firebrand that works nights here at the Golden Lion, is wearing a white dress with a revealing slit. The man sports a clean linen tunic tucked into black trousers. An unbuttoned leather vest matches supple boots, and silver rings bearing the symbols of various gods adorn his fingers. He stops at the base of the stairs and glances quickly about the main room of the inn. Kahlahd the Hawk, Carlo, and Serin all here on the same night eh? What are the odds of that? The woman giggles as he whispers into her ear and presses a few coins into the palm of her hand. Wrapping herself in a grey woolen cloak, she heads for the door in long, confident strides.Franky takes the closest seat at the bar. As the bartender sets the usual in front of him, he pulls a leather thong from his vest and empties its contents, a set of dice, into his palm. "Anyone care for a game of dice to pass a quiet night?", he says with a wry smile to no one in particular. This should be interesting.</blockquote>