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Post by Raetus on Jun 6, 2016 5:51:29 GMT
The tavern`s door slowly opens and a squat figure glances inside. His hood shadows the face but a large chunky jawline and hands resembling shovels suggests a man used to heavy labor. He enters the room and shambles across the room to the inn keep. In low tenuous tone he speaks to the bartender.
`Ale good keep`
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Post by Rule Hound on Jun 6, 2016 16:08:59 GMT
A peg legged looking old pirate with gold earrings throughout his ears hobbles up with a hearty dark "Ale". His long beard twined with seashells almost dips into the mug but not quite.
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Post by Raetus on Jun 6, 2016 16:28:12 GMT
Glancing towards the corsair he nod his eyes glance upon the man a little longer than perhaps might be considered idle curiosity.
"Good eve, sir".
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Post by Rule Hound on Jun 6, 2016 17:54:40 GMT
The old corsaire realizes in his attempt to keep his beard out of the Ale he forgot to leave it on the table.
He shrugs, chugs it. Grabs another from behind the bar and brings it over leaving it on the table being very careful to keep his beard clear.
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Post by Raetus on Jun 6, 2016 18:10:50 GMT
Looking over he nods at the corsair.
"You must be right tight ta be so liberal with the proprietors libation. Or perhaps you lookin for a clobberin from the maid she looks like she might give a man a run for his coin." |
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Post by Rule Hound on Jun 6, 2016 19:13:15 GMT
Mate, I have my agreements with the "proprietors" if ye be know'n what I be sayn.
[he winks and moves on grabbing another Ale on the way past the bar and assisting a drunk into their chair]
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