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Message: <blockquote data-quote="Kaodi" data-source="post: 5804409" data-attributes="member: 1231">Nymm 17, 998 YKThose of you seeking armament have no trouble finding the local shop dealing in weapons and armour.An hour later you have all found your way to a modest drinking establishment with an attached inn. The faded sign above the door identifies it as "The Plucked Cockatrice" . The name seems somewhat tortured an unwieldly until you step inside and immediately are taken aback by the terrible visage of a stuffed cockatrice (that has indeed been plucked) hung on the wall above the bar. Besides yourselves there are not many patrons tonight, and it is easy enough to find space at one of a number of round tables. Besdies the barkeep, an aging dwarf with a long grey beard and burly arms exposed by his short-sleeved shirt, there is just one barmaid on duty, a relatively young human woman with a slender figure, darkly tanned skin, and short black hair.[OOC]I want to keep the game going at a relatively quick pace. I have waited a few times to give everyone a chance to post, but from here on in I can and will advance the story even if only one or two people have added anything when I am ready to move on.[/OOC]</blockquote>