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Kirell sits alone.

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Widnidsir

Kirell sits alone in the saloon talking, often to himself, at other times to the Bar Tender.

You want to hear something funny?

I liked this town better when there was always something to KILL!

Is that a little twisted?

What do you care? You just have to serve that piss that passes for mead.

Step aside old man. Let me show you how to prepare a proper Angori mead!!

“I don’t know but I’ve been told.”

“ It’s hard to run with the weight of gold.”

“On the other hand I’ve heard it said it’s just as hard with the weight of lead”

Widnidsir | Fri, 01/08/2010 - 10:45am
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Thad

Thalenir walks into the tavern just in time to hear Kirell's banter. He laughs and sits next to his friend. "Funny as it sounds, I agree. Peace has its advantages, but nothing is quite as... invigorating as living in Jastrey these past few mestruns. Things just don't seem the same without a dragon breathing down our necks."

Thalenir orders a mead. "One of these days, you'll have to introduce me to the angori variety. Until then, cheers." He raises his mug to Kirell with his good arm and takes a swig.

"Incidentally, how are you adapting to your... erm, condition?"

"Pay no attention to the man behind the curtain."
- Wizard of Oz

"Everyone's a critic!" - Dying words of Rizzik the Corpsecrafter

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Widnidsir

Honestly, I've never felt better.

I still have that hollow feeling inside though. I feel as though there is something more for me.

Did you hear something?

Kirell glances toward the open door, and then dashes out.

"I wish I was a headlight on a north bound train."