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![]() Turko notices the large insectoid being at the bar eyeing the hot woman in red. Dusting his rocky exterior, he hefts his massive axe across one shoulder. Slapping another handful of gold onto the bar, he motions for another bottle of fine whiskey. He immediately gulps down half the bottle before sitting himself onto one of the stools before the bar. Directing his comment to the hot woman in red, "Hey, pretty lady, what you doing in a place like this?" Turko then wipes his lips with the back of his right hand. "And you spiky one, care for some whiskey?" Turko offers the bottle of whiskey. ![]()
![]() Serpico Fork-tongue III wrote:
I'm willing to carry your excess equipment. Also, I believe there is `a scroll belt. BTW, anyone recall the issues of Dragon Mag where the Chainmail factions are featured? Thanks. :D ![]()
![]() primemover003 wrote:
So I can drink all the whiskey I want without fear of getting drunk, yes? Cool :D ![]()
![]() Turko scans the present clientele of the inn, gauging their relative strengths and weaknesses. Satisfied that they posed no immediate threat, Turko moves to the bar. "Aye, a bottle of your finest whiskey," he tells the bartender laying down a handful of gold on the bar. Taking the bottle, Turko then moves to the sandpit to see if there are anyone duelling there. |