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The old man walks around the room, either handing the drinks to everyone or setting them down nearby if refused or ignored. "I highly doubt you know me, and you probably didn't see me because I was invisible. My name is Twainel Diaporto, who are you guys?" Once the drinks are distributed, he walks around and starts examining a few small trinkets in more detail. One or two wind up in his sack.
A short time after the party began perusing through the storeroom of equipment, an old man suddenly appears by the door. He is wearing a wrinkled set of robes, a long cape with a tattered edge, and a crumpled wizard's hat. "Ah, here we are!" He then waltzes (quite literally) over to Bjorkus and claps him on the back. Glancing through the items before him casually, he continues. "That was a pretty nice shot you got in there. Ripped him right in half. Marvelous. Though I could say, next time, try to make it last a bit longer. I didn't get to see much at all." "But, you did it!" he says, turning to sweep his arm across the room. "Congratulations to you all. Let the celebrations commence! Who wants champagne?" With that, he pulls a very fine bottle of wine from a sack on his belt and pulls out the stopper. He also retrieves half a dozen thin glasses from his pouch, holding them all in one hand, and dramatically pours the wine into all of them, using the entire bottle and emptying more than half of it onto the floor. |
