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It's Jazz for the Soul; GRP: First Days [Open]
Topic Started: Thu Mar 16, 2017 6:09 am (1,953 Views)
FantasyGeorgeMichael
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No one seemed to notice the large dragon-like creature stumble through the Inn as he took a seat near the bar. His scales were of a deep crimson and his clothes were a just as vibrant shade of blue, accented with some yellow. All he seemed to have on him was a brass horn on his back, decorated with intricate decals, and by just looking at it you could tell that it was well taken care of. A waitress slid through the busy Inn to take the dragonborn's order which he replied with " Uh, a glass of Ale would do nicely." His voice was deep, goofy, and had a noticeable lisp to it. The waitress then left leaving the dragonborn to study the musicians playing on the stage.

The musicians on stage were pretty amateurish, with the singer sometimes drifting off-key, the lute player playing out of tune, and the flute player. That flute player. Hearing that flute made the dragonborn wish that any god would love him enough to kill him right there and then. They sat up straight and looked at that flute player and listened to the ungodly mess they were trying to pass as music with a deep, deep resentment.
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