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#31807 Mar 23, 2022
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*Ayo good morning Fairview*

Frathian is still looking for instructions

Tara is sitting by the fireplace, occasionally throwing in a paper from a stack next to her, whistling a jaunty tune as she does

Jim is cooking a three-course meal. He's just bringing a huge plate of the appetizer out now, a dish of his own invention. Crab and Lobster stuffed fried cheese pockets. He puts them on a table in the middle of the tavern, with a sign that says "Plees, tayk sum" in crude handwriting in common. (He never learned to write all that well. He then sets back to work making more appetizers and the soup.

Sharlene walks up to the table, looking the dish over. "Hm, seems good." She starts eating some.

They are very good. While the Xanathar's tastes were very strange, Jim also cooked for some of the other heads of the syndicate, whose taste in food was surprisingly normal. If he failed to make something they enjoyed, they would've killed him. Jim is still alive. Living on Waterdeep harbor, he had access to some of the best fishing and crabbing produce, and he developed skills to match it. He comes out of the kitchen with a wicker basket of calamari and shrimp, placing it on the same table. "How are they?" he asks, nervously picking at a claw.

She smiled. "They're pretty good, Scaredy cat."

He smiles slightly, "Thanks, good to know I still remember some stuff."

She grabs a shrimp. "Glad ya do, the other food here would have gotten pretty boring soon."

He chuckles, headed back to the kitchen, "Prolly would've. Is there anythin' specific I can make for ye?"

"Nah, make whatever." She takes the tail off and pops it into her mouth.

"Aight" he comes out a moment later with a platter which is laden with numerous generously portioned bowls of lobster bisque, into each is stuck a thick slice of recently baked, skillet-toasted, and buttered french bread. He also brings out cocktail sauce, honey mustard, and a garlic aioli to dip the previously listed appetizers in.

"Oh, seems good. Should I go ahead and sit down?"

He shrugs, "If ye wish, there's more comin' I ain't even got to the entree yet."

"I ain't gonna save any for others, just warning ya."

He chuckles, "That's fine," He looks around at the various patrons of the tavern, speaking with each other or conducting their business, "There ain't really many people here for the food." He pulls a sea-green bottle wrapped in fishnet out of his jacket and pours some of its contents into two wine glasses. "Wine with ginger and cloves, with a dash of brine."

She grabs one, sitting down. "Thanks for the meal, scaredy cat." She tilted it in a cheers and sipped some, then started eating.

"M'pleasure Sharlene." he heads back to the kitchen. "What've ye been up to lately?"

"Nothin much, upping my workouts to pass the time. Attempting to get drunk sometimes." She dipped a shrimp into the cocktail sauce, then ate it.

It feels like fireworks on her tongue, instantly soothed by the cool, smooth, savory flavor of the shrimp. He chuckles, "Sounds like you. Ye ever think o' takin' a job ta use that brawn?"

She shrugged, starting on the lobster brisque. "I tried once, too easy."

He chuckles, viciously chopping at something with a kitchen knife then slapping it on a grill. "Sounds like you, how about working as a bouncer," he tosses his knife in the air, flips something on the grill, and catches it as it comes back down, giving it a brief twirl. He lightly indicates the door with his knife, "The tavern could use one."

"Hey Jim, you're a very good chef. Perhaps we could work together? If it weren't for the magic of this place I woulda burned out by 8:45 today!" Klei says, surveying Jim's dishes with admiration.

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"I don't care. I have money. More."

He chuckles again "very well..." he said and placed another bottle on the table that had the tag that read "Tara" in thick inked letters. A Number sat next to her name '200 gold'.

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𝔾𝕖𝕥 𝕥𝕙𝕖 𝕥𝕠𝕡 𝕤𝕙𝕖𝕝𝕗, 𝕕𝕠𝕦𝕓𝕝𝕖 𝕣𝕠𝕔𝕜𝕤, 𝕡𝕠𝕦𝕣 𝕥𝕙𝕖 𝕤𝕔𝕠𝕥𝕔𝕙

𝕀'𝕧𝕖 𝕞𝕚𝕤𝕤𝕖𝕕 𝕥𝕙𝕖 𝕥𝕦𝕟𝕖 𝕠𝕗 𝕥𝕦𝕞𝕓𝕝𝕖𝕣𝕤 𝕔𝕝𝕚𝕟𝕜𝕚𝕟𝕘

𝔻𝕖𝕒𝕝 𝕞𝕖 𝕚𝕟, 𝕜𝕚𝕔𝕜 𝕥𝕙𝕖 𝕤𝕚𝕟 𝕦𝕡 𝕒 𝕟𝕠𝕥𝕔𝕙

𝔻𝕚𝕧𝕚𝕟𝕘 𝕚𝕟 𝕢𝕦𝕚𝕔𝕜𝕤𝕒𝕟𝕕'𝕤 𝕗𝕒𝕤𝕥𝕖𝕣 𝕥𝕙𝕒𝕟 𝕤𝕚𝕟𝕜𝕚𝕟𝕘
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*Ayo good morning Fairview*

Frathian is still looking for instructions

Tara is sitting by the fireplace, occasionally throwing in a paper from a stack next to her, whistling a jaunty tune as she does

Jim is cooking a three-course meal. He's just bringing a huge plate of the appetizer out now, a dish of his own invention. Crab and Lobster stuffed fried cheese pockets. He puts them on a table in the middle of the tavern, with a sign that says "Plees, tayk sum" in crude handwriting in common. (He never learned to write all that well. He then sets back to work making more appetizers and the soup.

Sharlene walks up to the table, looking the dish over. "Hm, seems good." She starts eating some.

They are very good. While the Xanathar's tastes were very strange, Jim also cooked for some of the other heads of the syndicate, whose taste in food was surprisingly normal. If he failed to make something they enjoyed, they would've killed him. Jim is still alive. Living on Waterdeep harbor, he had access to some of the best fishing and crabbing produce, and he developed skills to match it. He comes out of the kitchen with a wicker basket of calamari and shrimp, placing it on the same table. "How are they?" he asks, nervously picking at a claw.

She smiled. "They're pretty good, Scaredy cat."

He smiles slightly, "Thanks, good to know I still remember some stuff."

She grabs a shrimp. "Glad ya do, the other food here would have gotten pretty boring soon."

He chuckles, headed back to the kitchen, "Prolly would've. Is there anythin' specific I can make for ye?"

"Nah, make whatever." She takes the tail off and pops it into her mouth.

"Aight" he comes out a moment later with a platter which is laden with numerous generously portioned bowls of lobster bisque, into each is stuck a thick slice of recently baked, skillet-toasted, and buttered french bread. He also brings out cocktail sauce, honey mustard, and a garlic aioli to dip the previously listed appetizers in.

"Oh, seems good. Should I go ahead and sit down?"

He shrugs, "If ye wish, there's more comin' I ain't even got to the entree yet."

"I ain't gonna save any for others, just warning ya."

He chuckles, "That's fine," He looks around at the various patrons of the tavern, speaking with each other or conducting their business, "There ain't really many people here for the food." He pulls a sea-green bottle wrapped in fishnet out of his jacket and pours some of its contents into two wine glasses. "Wine with ginger and cloves, with a dash of brine."

She grabs one, sitting down. "Thanks for the meal, scaredy cat." She tilted it in a cheers and sipped some, then started eating.

"M'pleasure Sharlene." he heads back to the kitchen. "What've ye been up to lately?"

"Nothin much, upping my workouts to pass the time. Attempting to get drunk sometimes." She dipped a shrimp into the cocktail sauce, then ate it.

It feels like fireworks on her tongue, instantly soothed by the cool, smooth, savory flavor of the shrimp. He chuckles, "Sounds like you. Ye ever think o' takin' a job ta use that brawn?"

She shrugged, starting on the lobster brisque. "I tried once, too easy."

He chuckles, viciously chopping at something with a kitchen knife then slapping it on a grill. "Sounds like you, how about working as a bouncer," he tosses his knife in the air, flips something on the grill, and catches it as it comes back down, giving it a brief twirl. He lightly indicates the door with his knife, "The tavern could use one."

"Hey Jim, you're a very good chef. Perhaps we could work together? If it weren't for the magic of this place I woulda burned out by 8:45 today!" Klei says, surveying Jim's dishes with admiration.

He shrugs, "Thanks but I'm good doing this on my own. I only do it once in a while anyway, more of a hobby for me." He brings out a platter of various grilled white fish, with sliced lemons on a bed of basil.

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*Ayo good morning Fairview*

Frathian is still looking for instructions

Tara is sitting by the fireplace, occasionally throwing in a paper from a stack next to her, whistling a jaunty tune as she does

Jim is cooking a three-course meal. He's just bringing a huge plate of the appetizer out now, a dish of his own invention. Crab and Lobster stuffed fried cheese pockets. He puts them on a table in the middle of the tavern, with a sign that says "Plees, tayk sum" in crude handwriting in common. (He never learned to write all that well. He then sets back to work making more appetizers and the soup.

Sharlene walks up to the table, looking the dish over. "Hm, seems good." She starts eating some.

They are very good. While the Xanathar's tastes were very strange, Jim also cooked for some of the other heads of the syndicate, whose taste in food was surprisingly normal. If he failed to make something they enjoyed, they would've killed him. Jim is still alive. Living on Waterdeep harbor, he had access to some of the best fishing and crabbing produce, and he developed skills to match it. He comes out of the kitchen with a wicker basket of calamari and shrimp, placing it on the same table. "How are they?" he asks, nervously picking at a claw.

She smiled. "They're pretty good, Scaredy cat."

He smiles slightly, "Thanks, good to know I still remember some stuff."

She grabs a shrimp. "Glad ya do, the other food here would have gotten pretty boring soon."

He chuckles, headed back to the kitchen, "Prolly would've. Is there anythin' specific I can make for ye?"

"Nah, make whatever." She takes the tail off and pops it into her mouth.

"Aight" he comes out a moment later with a platter which is laden with numerous generously portioned bowls of lobster bisque, into each is stuck a thick slice of recently baked, skillet-toasted, and buttered french bread. He also brings out cocktail sauce, honey mustard, and a garlic aioli to dip the previously listed appetizers in.

"Oh, seems good. Should I go ahead and sit down?"

He shrugs, "If ye wish, there's more comin' I ain't even got to the entree yet."

"I ain't gonna save any for others, just warning ya."

He chuckles, "That's fine," He looks around at the various patrons of the tavern, speaking with each other or conducting their business, "There ain't really many people here for the food." He pulls a sea-green bottle wrapped in fishnet out of his jacket and pours some of its contents into two wine glasses. "Wine with ginger and cloves, with a dash of brine."

She grabs one, sitting down. "Thanks for the meal, scaredy cat." She tilted it in a cheers and sipped some, then started eating.

"M'pleasure Sharlene." he heads back to the kitchen. "What've ye been up to lately?"

"Nothin much, upping my workouts to pass the time. Attempting to get drunk sometimes." She dipped a shrimp into the cocktail sauce, then ate it.

It feels like fireworks on her tongue, instantly soothed by the cool, smooth, savory flavor of the shrimp. He chuckles, "Sounds like you. Ye ever think o' takin' a job ta use that brawn?"

She shrugged, starting on the lobster brisque. "I tried once, too easy."

He chuckles, viciously chopping at something with a kitchen knife then slapping it on a grill. "Sounds like you, how about working as a bouncer," he tosses his knife in the air, flips something on the grill, and catches it as it comes back down, giving it a brief twirl. He lightly indicates the door with his knife, "The tavern could use one."

She shrugged. "I've been thinking about it, this place seems to attract powerful beings."

He snorts, "Sure does, I'd rather not tango with most of 'em, but I'm sure you could handle it. With your 'limit exceeding' philosophy an' stuff."

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I used to portray Krathian, Q'ilbrith, Jim, Tara, Turin, Nathan, Tench, Finn, Alvin, and other characters in various taverns.

I also do homebrew, check out my Spells and Magic Items

"That is not dead which can eternal lie, and with strange eons, even death may die"
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*Ayo good morning Fairview*

Frathian is still looking for instructions

Tara is sitting by the fireplace, occasionally throwing in a paper from a stack next to her, whistling a jaunty tune as she does

Jim is cooking a three-course meal. He's just bringing a huge plate of the appetizer out now, a dish of his own invention. Crab and Lobster stuffed fried cheese pockets. He puts them on a table in the middle of the tavern, with a sign that says "Plees, tayk sum" in crude handwriting in common. (He never learned to write all that well. He then sets back to work making more appetizers and the soup.

Sharlene walks up to the table, looking the dish over. "Hm, seems good." She starts eating some.

They are very good. While the Xanathar's tastes were very strange, Jim also cooked for some of the other heads of the syndicate, whose taste in food was surprisingly normal. If he failed to make something they enjoyed, they would've killed him. Jim is still alive. Living on Waterdeep harbor, he had access to some of the best fishing and crabbing produce, and he developed skills to match it. He comes out of the kitchen with a wicker basket of calamari and shrimp, placing it on the same table. "How are they?" he asks, nervously picking at a claw.

She smiled. "They're pretty good, Scaredy cat."

He smiles slightly, "Thanks, good to know I still remember some stuff."

She grabs a shrimp. "Glad ya do, the other food here would have gotten pretty boring soon."

He chuckles, headed back to the kitchen, "Prolly would've. Is there anythin' specific I can make for ye?"

"Nah, make whatever." She takes the tail off and pops it into her mouth.

"Aight" he comes out a moment later with a platter which is laden with numerous generously portioned bowls of lobster bisque, into each is stuck a thick slice of recently baked, skillet-toasted, and buttered french bread. He also brings out cocktail sauce, honey mustard, and a garlic aioli to dip the previously listed appetizers in.

"Oh, seems good. Should I go ahead and sit down?"

He shrugs, "If ye wish, there's more comin' I ain't even got to the entree yet."

"I ain't gonna save any for others, just warning ya."

He chuckles, "That's fine," He looks around at the various patrons of the tavern, speaking with each other or conducting their business, "There ain't really many people here for the food." He pulls a sea-green bottle wrapped in fishnet out of his jacket and pours some of its contents into two wine glasses. "Wine with ginger and cloves, with a dash of brine."

She grabs one, sitting down. "Thanks for the meal, scaredy cat." She tilted it in a cheers and sipped some, then started eating.

"M'pleasure Sharlene." he heads back to the kitchen. "What've ye been up to lately?"

"Nothin much, upping my workouts to pass the time. Attempting to get drunk sometimes." She dipped a shrimp into the cocktail sauce, then ate it.

It feels like fireworks on her tongue, instantly soothed by the cool, smooth, savory flavor of the shrimp. He chuckles, "Sounds like you. Ye ever think o' takin' a job ta use that brawn?"

She shrugged, starting on the lobster brisque. "I tried once, too easy."

He chuckles, viciously chopping at something with a kitchen knife then slapping it on a grill. "Sounds like you, how about working as a bouncer," he tosses his knife in the air, flips something on the grill, and catches it as it comes back down, giving it a brief twirl. He lightly indicates the door with his knife, "The tavern could use one."

"Hey Jim, you're a very good chef. Perhaps we could work together? If it weren't for the magic of this place I woulda burned out by 8:45 today!" Klei says, surveying Jim's dishes with admiration.

He shrugs, "Thanks but I'm good doing this on my own. I only do it once in a while anyway, more of a hobby for me." He brings out a platter of various grilled white fish, with sliced lemons on a bed of basil.

Klei begins salivating. "You sure? You'd get a good pay from... whoever owns this Tavern, I think it's some super powerful entity called Chris."

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I am an Arachpriest, Cat Cultist, Sauce Monk, Angel of Death, and First Spinjitzu Master.

I play Thirteen the necromancer elf, Timber the tabaxi child, and more at the tavern. Hope you like yams!

Oh yeah, don't forget to be kind and loving and stuff. Not on during weekends.
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He shrugs, "Thanks but I'm good doing this on my own. I only do it once in a while anyway, more of a hobby for me." He brings out a platter of various grilled white fish, with sliced lemons on a bed of basil.

As he sets it down, he notices a small black glass bottle with swirling white-blue glowing liquid inside of it. A tattered black tag with white ink letters says "Skiggaret"

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𝔾𝕖𝕥 𝕥𝕙𝕖 𝕥𝕠𝕡 𝕤𝕙𝕖𝕝𝕗, 𝕕𝕠𝕦𝕓𝕝𝕖 𝕣𝕠𝕔𝕜𝕤, 𝕡𝕠𝕦𝕣 𝕥𝕙𝕖 𝕤𝕔𝕠𝕥𝕔𝕙

𝕀'𝕧𝕖 𝕞𝕚𝕤𝕤𝕖𝕕 𝕥𝕙𝕖 𝕥𝕦𝕟𝕖 𝕠𝕗 𝕥𝕦𝕞𝕓𝕝𝕖𝕣𝕤 𝕔𝕝𝕚𝕟𝕜𝕚𝕟𝕘

𝔻𝕖𝕒𝕝 𝕞𝕖 𝕚𝕟, 𝕜𝕚𝕔𝕜 𝕥𝕙𝕖 𝕤𝕚𝕟 𝕦𝕡 𝕒 𝕟𝕠𝕥𝕔𝕙

𝔻𝕚𝕧𝕚𝕟𝕘 𝕚𝕟 𝕢𝕦𝕚𝕔𝕜𝕤𝕒𝕟𝕕'𝕤 𝕗𝕒𝕤𝕥𝕖𝕣 𝕥𝕙𝕒𝕟 𝕤𝕚𝕟𝕜𝕚𝕟𝕘
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She shrugged. "I've been thinking about it, this place seems to attract powerful beings."

He snorts, "Sure does, I'd rather not tango with most of 'em, but I'm sure you could handle it. With your 'limit exceeding' philosophy an' stuff."

She laughed. "It ain't a philosophy, it's a lifestyle, I've lived like that since I was 4."

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He shrugs, "Thanks but I'm good doing this on my own. I only do it once in a while anyway, more of a hobby for me." He brings out a platter of various grilled white fish, with sliced lemons on a bed of basil.

As he sets it down, he notices a small black glass bottle with swirling white-blue glowing liquid inside of it. A tattered black tag with white ink letters says "Skiggaret"

*Jim may murder Zepheyr.*

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I am an Arachpriest, Cat Cultist, Sauce Monk, Angel of Death, and First Spinjitzu Master.

I play Thirteen the necromancer elf, Timber the tabaxi child, and more at the tavern. Hope you like yams!

Oh yeah, don't forget to be kind and loving and stuff. Not on during weekends.
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"I don't care. I have money. More."

He chuckles again "very well..." he said and placed another bottle on the table that had the tag that read "Tara" in thick inked letters. A Number sat next to her name '200 gold'.

She grabbed a bag strapped to her tank top and tossed it on the table. The clinking of coins were audible.

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Hi, I am not a chest. I deny with 100% certainty that I am a chest. I can neither confirm nor deny what I am beyond that.

I used to portray Krathian, Q'ilbrith, Jim, Tara, Turin, Nathan, Tench, Finn, Alvin, and other characters in various taverns.

I also do homebrew, check out my Spells and Magic Items

"That is not dead which can eternal lie, and with strange eons, even death may die"
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"I don't care. I have money. More."

He chuckles again "very well..." he said and placed another bottle on the table that had the tag that read "Tara" in thick inked letters. A Number sat next to her name '200 gold'.

She grabbed a bag strapped to her tank top and tossed it on the table. The clinking of coins were audible.

He chuckles to himself, it sounds like the howling of wind as thick, Smokey, black clawed hand takes the bag back into the cloaks depths.

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𝔾𝕖𝕥 𝕥𝕙𝕖 𝕥𝕠𝕡 𝕤𝕙𝕖𝕝𝕗, 𝕕𝕠𝕦𝕓𝕝𝕖 𝕣𝕠𝕔𝕜𝕤, 𝕡𝕠𝕦𝕣 𝕥𝕙𝕖 𝕤𝕔𝕠𝕥𝕔𝕙

𝕀'𝕧𝕖 𝕞𝕚𝕤𝕤𝕖𝕕 𝕥𝕙𝕖 𝕥𝕦𝕟𝕖 𝕠𝕗 𝕥𝕦𝕞𝕓𝕝𝕖𝕣𝕤 𝕔𝕝𝕚𝕟𝕜𝕚𝕟𝕘

𝔻𝕖𝕒𝕝 𝕞𝕖 𝕚𝕟, 𝕜𝕚𝕔𝕜 𝕥𝕙𝕖 𝕤𝕚𝕟 𝕦𝕡 𝕒 𝕟𝕠𝕥𝕔𝕙

𝔻𝕚𝕧𝕚𝕟𝕘 𝕚𝕟 𝕢𝕦𝕚𝕔𝕜𝕤𝕒𝕟𝕕'𝕤 𝕗𝕒𝕤𝕥𝕖𝕣 𝕥𝕙𝕒𝕟 𝕤𝕚𝕟𝕜𝕚𝕟𝕘
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*Ayo good morning Fairview*

Frathian is still looking for instructions

Tara is sitting by the fireplace, occasionally throwing in a paper from a stack next to her, whistling a jaunty tune as she does

Jim is cooking a three-course meal. He's just bringing a huge plate of the appetizer out now, a dish of his own invention. Crab and Lobster stuffed fried cheese pockets. He puts them on a table in the middle of the tavern, with a sign that says "Plees, tayk sum" in crude handwriting in common. (He never learned to write all that well. He then sets back to work making more appetizers and the soup.

Sharlene walks up to the table, looking the dish over. "Hm, seems good." She starts eating some.

They are very good. While the Xanathar's tastes were very strange, Jim also cooked for some of the other heads of the syndicate, whose taste in food was surprisingly normal. If he failed to make something they enjoyed, they would've killed him. Jim is still alive. Living on Waterdeep harbor, he had access to some of the best fishing and crabbing produce, and he developed skills to match it. He comes out of the kitchen with a wicker basket of calamari and shrimp, placing it on the same table. "How are they?" he asks, nervously picking at a claw.

She smiled. "They're pretty good, Scaredy cat."

He smiles slightly, "Thanks, good to know I still remember some stuff."

She grabs a shrimp. "Glad ya do, the other food here would have gotten pretty boring soon."

He chuckles, headed back to the kitchen, "Prolly would've. Is there anythin' specific I can make for ye?"

"Nah, make whatever." She takes the tail off and pops it into her mouth.

"Aight" he comes out a moment later with a platter which is laden with numerous generously portioned bowls of lobster bisque, into each is stuck a thick slice of recently baked, skillet-toasted, and buttered french bread. He also brings out cocktail sauce, honey mustard, and a garlic aioli to dip the previously listed appetizers in.

"Oh, seems good. Should I go ahead and sit down?"

He shrugs, "If ye wish, there's more comin' I ain't even got to the entree yet."

"I ain't gonna save any for others, just warning ya."

He chuckles, "That's fine," He looks around at the various patrons of the tavern, speaking with each other or conducting their business, "There ain't really many people here for the food." He pulls a sea-green bottle wrapped in fishnet out of his jacket and pours some of its contents into two wine glasses. "Wine with ginger and cloves, with a dash of brine."

She grabs one, sitting down. "Thanks for the meal, scaredy cat." She tilted it in a cheers and sipped some, then started eating.

"M'pleasure Sharlene." he heads back to the kitchen. "What've ye been up to lately?"

"Nothin much, upping my workouts to pass the time. Attempting to get drunk sometimes." She dipped a shrimp into the cocktail sauce, then ate it.

It feels like fireworks on her tongue, instantly soothed by the cool, smooth, savory flavor of the shrimp. He chuckles, "Sounds like you. Ye ever think o' takin' a job ta use that brawn?"

She shrugged, starting on the lobster brisque. "I tried once, too easy."

He chuckles, viciously chopping at something with a kitchen knife then slapping it on a grill. "Sounds like you, how about working as a bouncer," he tosses his knife in the air, flips something on the grill, and catches it as it comes back down, giving it a brief twirl. He lightly indicates the door with his knife, "The tavern could use one."

"Hey Jim, you're a very good chef. Perhaps we could work together? If it weren't for the magic of this place I woulda burned out by 8:45 today!" Klei says, surveying Jim's dishes with admiration.

He shrugs, "Thanks but I'm good doing this on my own. I only do it once in a while anyway, more of a hobby for me." He brings out a platter of various grilled white fish, with sliced lemons on a bed of basil.

Klei begins salivating. "You sure? You'd get a good pay from... whoever owns this Tavern, I think it's some super powerful entity called Chris."

He stops for a moment, "I'll think about it," he says finally, gently sticking a fork into a particular cut, "Try the mako," he says, before heading back to the kitchen.

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She shrugged. "I've been thinking about it, this place seems to attract powerful beings."

He snorts, "Sure does, I'd rather not tango with most of 'em, but I'm sure you could handle it. With your 'limit exceeding' philosophy an' stuff."

She laughed. "It ain't a philosophy, it's a lifestyle, I've lived like that since I was 4."

"Seems like a strange lifestyle for a child."

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I used to portray Krathian, Q'ilbrith, Jim, Tara, Turin, Nathan, Tench, Finn, Alvin, and other characters in various taverns.

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He shrugs, "Thanks but I'm good doing this on my own. I only do it once in a while anyway, more of a hobby for me." He brings out a platter of various grilled white fish, with sliced lemons on a bed of basil.

As he sets it down, he notices a small black glass bottle with swirling white-blue glowing liquid inside of it. A tattered black tag with white ink letters says "Skiggaret"

When he sees it, he abruptly drops one of the empty dishes, and lets it shatter on the ground around him. He then makes a bugbear gesture for warding off evil and hurries back to the kitchen, slamming the door loudly.

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I used to portray Krathian, Q'ilbrith, Jim, Tara, Turin, Nathan, Tench, Finn, Alvin, and other characters in various taverns.

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#31820 Mar 23, 2022
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She shrugged. "I've been thinking about it, this place seems to attract powerful beings."

He snorts, "Sure does, I'd rather not tango with most of 'em, but I'm sure you could handle it. With your 'limit exceeding' philosophy an' stuff."

She laughed. "It ain't a philosophy, it's a lifestyle, I've lived like that since I was 4."

"Seems like a strange lifestyle for a child."

"Well, it was spurred on by the destruction of my town, so my conditions were a bit special." She was already halfway through with all the food, and it doesn't look like she's stopping.

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He shrugs, "Thanks but I'm good doing this on my own. I only do it once in a while anyway, more of a hobby for me." He brings out a platter of various grilled white fish, with sliced lemons on a bed of basil.

As he sets it down, he notices a small black glass bottle with swirling white-blue glowing liquid inside of it. A tattered black tag with white ink letters says "Skiggaret"

When he sees it, he abruptly drops one of the empty dishes, and lets it shatter on the ground around him. He then makes a bugbear gesture for warding off evil and hurries back to the kitchen, slamming the door loudly.

The bottle stays there, looking harmless by itself.

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𝔾𝕖𝕥 𝕥𝕙𝕖 𝕥𝕠𝕡 𝕤𝕙𝕖𝕝𝕗, 𝕕𝕠𝕦𝕓𝕝𝕖 𝕣𝕠𝕔𝕜𝕤, 𝕡𝕠𝕦𝕣 𝕥𝕙𝕖 𝕤𝕔𝕠𝕥𝕔𝕙

𝕀'𝕧𝕖 𝕞𝕚𝕤𝕤𝕖𝕕 𝕥𝕙𝕖 𝕥𝕦𝕟𝕖 𝕠𝕗 𝕥𝕦𝕞𝕓𝕝𝕖𝕣𝕤 𝕔𝕝𝕚𝕟𝕜𝕚𝕟𝕘

𝔻𝕖𝕒𝕝 𝕞𝕖 𝕚𝕟, 𝕜𝕚𝕔𝕜 𝕥𝕙𝕖 𝕤𝕚𝕟 𝕦𝕡 𝕒 𝕟𝕠𝕥𝕔𝕙

𝔻𝕚𝕧𝕚𝕟𝕘 𝕚𝕟 𝕢𝕦𝕚𝕔𝕜𝕤𝕒𝕟𝕕'𝕤 𝕗𝕒𝕤𝕥𝕖𝕣 𝕥𝕙𝕒𝕟 𝕤𝕚𝕟𝕜𝕚𝕟𝕘
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"I don't care. I have money. More."

He chuckles again "very well..." he said and placed another bottle on the table that had the tag that read "Tara" in thick inked letters. A Number sat next to her name '200 gold'.

She grabbed a bag strapped to her tank top and tossed it on the table. The clinking of coins were audible.

He chuckles to himself, it sounds like the howling of wind as thick, Smokey, black clawed hand takes the bag back into the cloaks depths.

She takes the bottle and sticks it in her pocket "Thanks mate," she says before walking away, breathing deeply and shakily. "Just one more," she says to herself and takes a generous mouthful from the new bottle.

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"I don't care. I have money. More."

He chuckles again "very well..." he said and placed another bottle on the table that had the tag that read "Tara" in thick inked letters. A Number sat next to her name '200 gold'.

She grabbed a bag strapped to her tank top and tossed it on the table. The clinking of coins were audible.

He chuckles to himself, it sounds like the howling of wind as thick, Smokey, black clawed hand takes the bag back into the cloaks depths.

She takes the bottle and sticks it in her pocket "Thanks mate," she says before walking away, breathing deeply and shakily. "Just one more," she says to herself and takes a generous mouthful from the new bottle.

It hits instantly. The memory of her as a newborn child, a time where the world was brand new and seemed full of life. Where the world was still full of new wonders, new scents, and new things.

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𝔾𝕖𝕥 𝕥𝕙𝕖 𝕥𝕠𝕡 𝕤𝕙𝕖𝕝𝕗, 𝕕𝕠𝕦𝕓𝕝𝕖 𝕣𝕠𝕔𝕜𝕤, 𝕡𝕠𝕦𝕣 𝕥𝕙𝕖 𝕤𝕔𝕠𝕥𝕔𝕙

𝕀'𝕧𝕖 𝕞𝕚𝕤𝕤𝕖𝕕 𝕥𝕙𝕖 𝕥𝕦𝕟𝕖 𝕠𝕗 𝕥𝕦𝕞𝕓𝕝𝕖𝕣𝕤 𝕔𝕝𝕚𝕟𝕜𝕚𝕟𝕘

𝔻𝕖𝕒𝕝 𝕞𝕖 𝕚𝕟, 𝕜𝕚𝕔𝕜 𝕥𝕙𝕖 𝕤𝕚𝕟 𝕦𝕡 𝕒 𝕟𝕠𝕥𝕔𝕙

𝔻𝕚𝕧𝕚𝕟𝕘 𝕚𝕟 𝕢𝕦𝕚𝕔𝕜𝕤𝕒𝕟𝕕'𝕤 𝕗𝕒𝕤𝕥𝕖𝕣 𝕥𝕙𝕒𝕟 𝕤𝕚𝕟𝕜𝕚𝕟𝕘
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She shrugged. "I've been thinking about it, this place seems to attract powerful beings."

He snorts, "Sure does, I'd rather not tango with most of 'em, but I'm sure you could handle it. With your 'limit exceeding' philosophy an' stuff."

She laughed. "It ain't a philosophy, it's a lifestyle, I've lived like that since I was 4."

"Seems like a strange lifestyle for a child."

"Well, it was spurred on by the destruction of my town, so my conditions were a bit special." She was already halfway through with all the food, and it doesn't look like she's stopping.

She notices all this: and Jim doesn't respond. She can hear hyperventilating from the Kitchen.

He shrugs, "Thanks but I'm good doing this on my own. I only do it once in a while anyway, more of a hobby for me." He brings out a platter of various grilled white fish, with sliced lemons on a bed of basil.

As he sets it down, he notices a small black glass bottle with swirling white-blue glowing liquid inside of it. A tattered black tag with white ink letters says "Skiggaret"

When he sees it, he abruptly drops one of the empty dishes, and lets it shatter on the ground around him. He then makes a bugbear gesture for warding off evil and hurries back to the kitchen, slamming the door loudly.

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Hi, I am not a chest. I deny with 100% certainty that I am a chest. I can neither confirm nor deny what I am beyond that.

I used to portray Krathian, Q'ilbrith, Jim, Tara, Turin, Nathan, Tench, Finn, Alvin, and other characters in various taverns.

I also do homebrew, check out my Spells and Magic Items

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Thirteen needs someone to explain love to him.

Klei is tasting Jim's excellent cooking, he's very happy both because it's delicious and it's keeping his mind off Poppy.

Kharrashim is wondering about Ori, and he still doesn't know what the wisp's will was.

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I play Thirteen the necromancer elf, Timber the tabaxi child, and more at the tavern. Hope you like yams!

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"I don't care. I have money. More."

He chuckles again "very well..." he said and placed another bottle on the table that had the tag that read "Tara" in thick inked letters. A Number sat next to her name '200 gold'.

She grabbed a bag strapped to her tank top and tossed it on the table. The clinking of coins were audible.

He chuckles to himself, it sounds like the howling of wind as thick, Smokey, black clawed hand takes the bag back into the cloaks depths.

She takes the bottle and sticks it in her pocket "Thanks mate," she says before walking away, breathing deeply and shakily. "Just one more," she says to herself and takes a generous mouthful from the new bottle.

It hits instantly. The memory of her as a newborn child, a time where the world was brand new and seemed full of life. Where the world was still full of new wonders, new scents, and new things.

She chuckles, giddy on the effect of the memory.

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Hi, I am not a chest. I deny with 100% certainty that I am a chest. I can neither confirm nor deny what I am beyond that.

I used to portray Krathian, Q'ilbrith, Jim, Tara, Turin, Nathan, Tench, Finn, Alvin, and other characters in various taverns.

I also do homebrew, check out my Spells and Magic Items

"That is not dead which can eternal lie, and with strange eons, even death may die"
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