The man shakes his head. The mouse keeps sleeping

'Merely bloated? No, my friend. My ego is at least twice the size of yours'

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'Merely bloated? No, my friend. My ego is at least twice the size of yours'

 She laughs. “I’d argue with you, but you’re saying the truth.”

The man takes out a device of some sort and starts messing with it. He then looks very confused

'Confused, are you? Maybe you need the Superior Intellect of Count Dexen? Only joking, I know my limits. Brains aren't my thing. But who needs brains when you're a handsome Tabaxi like myself?'

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'Confused, are you? Maybe you need the Superior Intellect of Count Dexen? Only joking, I know my limits. Brains aren't my thing. But who needs brains when you're a handsome Tabaxi like myself?'

 Tsumi’s amusement quickly changes to annoyance. “You have gone from bloated ego to egomaniac.”

He gestures to the device again. (Do you look at it?)

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He gestures to the device again. (Do you look at it?)

 Tsumi looks at it.

Dexen looks at the device, mesmerised. 'And I wouldn't say egomaniac. Kleptomaniac, maybe.' He pulls out what appears to be catnip, but thinks better of it and puts it back in his bag.

The device has a small screen and it says in large red letters

REGION UNKNOWN. REGION UNKNOWN. REGION- !!!!

* the device then breaks *

'It doesn't do that often, does it?'

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'It doesn't do that often, does it?'

 “Are you serious right now? It was literally flashing red! Are you some kind of *groan as she tries to stop her self*” Sips more wine.

'Do you know how to, like, fix it or something? I know an Artificer who could... Oh wait, I don't think I'd want to go to her, not since she tried to hand me in to the City Watch. Nothing personal, I'm sure. Said I was getting on her nerves. As if that could be possible'

*Seems this has become active again, so I'll bring back one of my old characters.*

A half elf in an emerald green and grey robes lays a mat down in the garden, and takes a seat on it.  He then pulls a flask out of his robes, shakes it, heats it with a spell, and drinks from it. 

'Wow, looks like this tavern isn't actually abandoned. Maybe at some point a bartender will show up and kick us out. Better enjoy this whilst we can'. He takes a drink. 'That guy looks like some sort of mage. Hope he doesn't turn me into a toad or anything. I'd much rather be a handsome prince'

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*Seems this has become active again, so I'll bring back one of my old characters.*

A half elf in an emerald green and grey robes lays a mat down in the garden, and takes a seat on it.  He then pulls a flask out of his robes, shakes it, heats it with a spell, and drinks from it. 

 *Right now, we’re roleplaying like the taverns in ruins*

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'Wow, looks like this tavern isn't actually abandoned. Maybe at some point a bartender will show up and kick us out. Better enjoy this whilst we can'. He takes a drink. 'That guy looks like some sort of mage. Hope he doesn't turn me into a toad or anything. I'd much rather be a handsome prince'

 The half elf outside can't hear you, yet he still manages to smile in amusement at what you just said.

'Well, truth be told, I could just be turned into a prince. I'm handsome enough already'. He licks his paw and rubs it over his head.

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'Wow, looks like this tavern isn't actually abandoned. Maybe at some point a bartender will show up and kick us out. Better enjoy this whilst we can'. He takes a drink. 'That guy looks like some sort of mage. Hope he doesn't turn me into a toad or anything. I'd much rather be a handsome prince'

 “I’ll turn you into a dead man if you keep talking.” Mumbled

'Hey wizard, you coming in?'