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Cervantes takes advantage of Lutorinus' generosity by ordering the largest serving possible each round.
Deep in his cups Shoulda been a pirate. Coulda had a little girl. Probably woulda ended up a zombie, though.

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With a nasty gleam in her eye, Roldala signals the bartender and points to a tremendous, dusty bottle behind the counter.
Her lips twist over her shattered teeth in a close-mouthed smile, as she says, "We're celebrating Busta, right Lutorinus? Well I'm thirsty."
Hey those are two very happy reasons for busyness :-)
Congrats again, and thanks for closing us out!

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Sending the Unseen Servant with his order written on a napkin; Val relaxes in a tall back chair. "Well done Busta, that was a tale that I'll be sharing for years to come."

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"Yes, yes, yes calm down! By the Nine layers of Hell, will you make up your- WHY DIDN'T YOU JUST GO WITH THE BROWN TO BEGIN-," Lutorinus begins, before pressing his fingers against his temples. I cannot believe this.
The Tiefling sighs as Roldala points to what is obviously the most expensive bottle in the bar. He rolls his eyes and nods to the bartender, gesturing for it to be brought out. Looking back at the table where Cervantes is already rambling drunk, he shivers. At least I don't have to suffer THAT in close proximity.
Snatching the napkin out of the air, he reads it over quickly. "Ah! A man with taste, it is about time," he exclaims. "Bartender, the Chablis, a sliced green apple, and a small piece of goat's cheese. YES, YOU HEARD ME CORRECTLY, CHOP TO IT!"
When the bartender hurries away to acquiesce his request, Lutorinus' tail snags a dry, aged red wine from the rack and pours himself a tall glass. Knocking on the bar itself, he turns and returns to the table.
"Halfling, I must admit that I had no confidence in your ability to manhandle a dragon. I was clearly wrong, enjoy your reward," he says stiffly, raising a glass. "To Busta!"
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This was great fun! :)

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Setare shyly sits on her chair and observes the muscular and intelligent men discussing their exploits and wins.
”I ... I don’t drink bu... but it really was a... an outstanding feat of ski... skill Busta! And tha... thanks Lutorinus fo... for the invitation ... “ she says hesitantly.

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Setare turns to Roldala.
”It wa... was a pleasure to ... to meet you Roldala a... after I had he... heard so much about you from Andor and Zaarah! I ... ehhh... I hope that our pa... paths will cross again! You a... are a strong wo... woman and I ... I could surely learn from yo... you ... “ she says shyly.

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Looking more anxious than she ever did against ooze, dragon, or golem, Roldala mutters something in response that was probably a 'thank you,' and awkwardly pats Setare on the head. "You did fine. Survived the damned ooze without any problems, right?" What more does she want from me? "Errm, Strength isn't everything..." She's not going to hug me is she?!