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| Fighting the Urge | |
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| Shynthriir | Tue Sep 14, 2004 2:44 am Post #1 |
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Shynthriir was behind the counter. The day was going quite slow today and he was getting thirsty. The room was empty of anyone that would tell his boss if he did anything wrong, as was tempted to take a drink for himself. Some ale sounded really good to moist his lips. He grabbed a mug and was about to grab the ale to pour in it, then realised what he was doing. He wasn't allowed to drink on the job, it was just plain against the rules. He put the mug back where it belonged and rmoved his hand from the pitcher. He took a deep breath and then waited for someone to enter, someone to talk to, someone that could rid his mind of his thirst. |
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| Talim | Tue Sep 14, 2004 2:49 am Post #2 |
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Talim walked into the Tavern. It was empty, but she saw a man at the counter, and walked over. "It's lonely here..." She said, looking around. "What's on the menu today?" |
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| Shynthriir | Tue Sep 14, 2004 3:00 am Post #3 |
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A girl walked up, the first for the night. "Well," Shynthriir started, "We have the nearly anything that you want, we are still out of DragonBreath Wine, but that is such a rare thing to come by, it's no wonder we don't have it. Might I suggest the a glass of our Jumakular Wine? It comes from the forests of the wood elves, old and ripe in age." |
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