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Shadwell is lurking by the bar, trying to get some service in this heathen place.

He's really craving a nice cup of tea, but he'll settle for anything that doesn't feature the blood of virgins.



[OOC: If anyone would like to explain the "magical bar" concept for him, go right ahead-- but please can it only be the first person to tag? Love you all.]

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Shadwell returns the smile with a glower. It is, however, a generic sort of glower, the sort that one suspects does not leave his face even while he sleeps.

He takes another drink, smacking his lips speculatively.

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They have something in common now.

Tequila.

Woo.