The chicken laughs
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"I swear, until you spend time in the backwaters of this world you forget just how wonderful living in a city is. I do not understand how those people can live in such squalid hovels and think of themselves as 'having it pretty good'. What with their petty attempts at so called festivals and what not, I almost forgot they were human. Now I realize not everyone has the grace to be born Jadwiga, but they can at least try to recognize a superior person when they see one."
"Mister Dix, can you please pour me a glass of ice wine, very cold. Thank you."
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Dix' pulls out a liquid ice, and submerges a wine glass in it. "Coming right up!"
He heads downstairs and comes back with an ice blue bottle. "Hey Dicky - I think this is the last of yer Irrisen Blue."
Drying off the glass after Ice'ing the already cold bottle, he pours a glass of of the bitterly cold wine and passes it over. "Here you go M'am. "
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A happy little halfling bounces into the place. "Finally made it! Home at last on the Material plane! A pint of Cayden's finest my good men!"
After slamming the pint down in 7 seconds flat, he calls for another. "I do love partaking of the local alehouses - some might call it a pub crawl. Where's that warpriest! We must toast to Cayden and the great gifts bestowed upon us!"
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The old dwarf in the corner scoffs at Dicky "Back in my day, the BarKeeps knew how not to insult their patrons to their faces. I guess times be changing still... Pour the halfling from the McMasters keg - and another for me and my barrister here!"
the dwarf grumbles to his companion... "gunpowder and beer - nothing better smelling in the world."
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It is at that moment, that a Varisian man wearing full plate embossed with a tankard motif, and a beautifully crafted adamantine rapier on his side, which has an interesting contraption on its pommel, sort of like something one could open a special type of bottle cap with. The monkey on his shoulder immediately flies off, and bounds across the bar to the halfling.
"Damn, Lucky, tried to get back as soon as I can, but was tied up at this art auction for far longer than I would have expected. Got to fight a local tough from my back again, though! Great Barleywine, he never knew what hit him... oh, wait, yeah, it was Cayden's Churchkey, and I think I severed his spine by accident."
"Barkeep!" he yells out, not quite realizing that the place is a cop bar... yet. "A round for me and my little friends for a heist successfully pulled off!"
Suddenly, he realizes who he is talking to, and goes a little pale. "I mean, it was totally legit. We were recovering things stolen from friends of the Society. Totally. We didn't do nothing illegal!"
The chicken emits a strange laughing sound
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Krunder, the Crucible of Torag, esq. flips through his wrist bound grudge book, re--writing any names that have been smudged in his recent travels, muttering three curses at each orc name he so transcribes, "Yes, top me off, but use the Liter mug this time. The pint hardly wets my mustache before it's drained."
Distracted he misses his opportunity to warn his chief client of the dangers of providing a free drink to a halfling.
the Owlbear stands a moment in the doorway... before reluctantly stepping back outside.
The chicken emits a stranger laughing sound, eyeing the owlbear walk out.
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All of 3' tall heavily armored and armed Gripplis Saunters into the bar. His plate armor depicts a mountain cut asunder by a flaming greatsword. He wanders over to the mezzanine section graced by those of proper heights.
Ribbit - Bowl of bugs of you have it, my goodman. Something strong to drink please.