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milliways_bar2012-03-10 06:57 pm
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Everyone's heard this one before: an elf walks into a bar...
It is a joke with, as they say, very little class and as such does not bear repeating. He steps in, dusts off his armor, looks around, and shrugs.
Ferelden is a very strange country indeed. But, this is of little concern to him. The room is ripe for conversation, pockets ripe for picking, and drinks ripe for consuming. Where is the harm in any of these things? It makes for a thirsty day's work, almost getting killed over and over, and even assassins (and especially those sworn to serve their former enemies) deserve their fun.
It might take a moment or two before he appreciates that this is not, in fact, the tavern he was expecting.
[OOC: Rebooted character, different player. If you have questions, see this post.]
It is a joke with, as they say, very little class and as such does not bear repeating. He steps in, dusts off his armor, looks around, and shrugs.
Ferelden is a very strange country indeed. But, this is of little concern to him. The room is ripe for conversation, pockets ripe for picking, and drinks ripe for consuming. Where is the harm in any of these things? It makes for a thirsty day's work, almost getting killed over and over, and even assassins (and especially those sworn to serve their former enemies) deserve their fun.
It might take a moment or two before he appreciates that this is not, in fact, the tavern he was expecting.
[OOC: Rebooted character, different player. If you have questions, see this post.]
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"Okay."
X was really not expecting the hand-kissage.
That startled expression is going to stay on her face for quite some time.