Buttons’ Best. (Home o’ the famous rattlesnake whiskey since 85)

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 they point west

"That's a rare kind of desert beetle! this is probably the only time you'll see one of them!"

 He squints in the direction she points "Then I shall savor this moment I suppose."

 They pick up the beetle

"might as well keep it!"

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 they point west

"That's a rare kind of desert beetle! this is probably the only time you'll see one of them!"

 He squints in the direction she points "Then I shall savor this moment I suppose."

 They pick up the beetle

"might as well keep it!"

 Silver shakes his head "If natural is a rare as you say you should let it be."

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Silver is taking a break from work and drinking himself blind and smoking the life out of himself. He is sitting in the corner of the tavern, his face dripping slightly onto the table before it floats back into his face. After drinking a normally impossible amount bottles dry Silver realizes he hasn't felt anything different and decides to just go to sleep in his chair, snoring lightly despite not needing to breath.

 Kingfisher approaches him. “Hello? Sir?”

 Silver's liquid face shifts as he wakes up, empty eye sockets appear. He tries to make himself looks presentable and dusts himself off "Hello? What do ya need."

 “You good?”

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Silver is taking a break from work and drinking himself blind and smoking the life out of himself. He is sitting in the corner of the tavern, his face dripping slightly onto the table before it floats back into his face. After drinking a normally impossible amount bottles dry Silver realizes he hasn't felt anything different and decides to just go to sleep in his chair, snoring lightly despite not needing to breath.

 Kingfisher approaches him. “Hello? Sir?”

 Silver's liquid face shifts as he wakes up, empty eye sockets appear. He tries to make himself looks presentable and dusts himself off "Hello? What do ya need."

 “You good?”

 "I'm fine. Who're you?"

Nathan is practicing his swordsmanship 

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 they point west

"That's a rare kind of desert beetle! this is probably the only time you'll see one of them!"

 He squints in the direction she points "Then I shall savor this moment I suppose."

 They pick up the beetle

"might as well keep it!"

 Silver shakes his head "If natural is a rare as you say you should let it be."

 "I have a few chambers, might help it survive, might help it's kind survive!"

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Nathan is practicing his swordsmanship 

 Silver sits nearby and watches him with a slightly look of disdain.

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Karthør, who still hasn't fully recovered from his headache, tries to cautiously make his way down the stairs, but he stumbles and ends up falling the rest of the way down. Everyone in the tavern can hear the sounds of his body hitting each step, then finally, the sound of him landing on the floor. For a minute, there's only silence.

 Silver chuckles "Drunkard couldn't handle it."

 He groans in pain and says, "Not drunk, it's just that this feller o'er here gave me a splittin' headache with that purple drink o' his."

*He lifts his head up and shoots an accusatory look at Buttons*

 "Sure buddy, and I don't smoke." Silver helps him up.

 "Thanks, Silver. And I'm serious about not bein' drunk. Ya just watched me down fifteen bottles of whiskey, and did it look like I was buzzed?"

 "Well somethin happened. I don't know what to tell ya." He dusts him off "I'll make you something to eat."

 "Thanks. No steak for me this time, I'm not gonna be able ta chew it with this headache. Could ya fix me up some eggs? Soft-boiled if ya don't mind."

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Karthør, who still hasn't fully recovered from his headache, tries to cautiously make his way down the stairs, but he stumbles and ends up falling the rest of the way down. Everyone in the tavern can hear the sounds of his body hitting each step, then finally, the sound of him landing on the floor. For a minute, there's only silence.

 Silver chuckles "Drunkard couldn't handle it."

 He groans in pain and says, "Not drunk, it's just that this feller o'er here gave me a splittin' headache with that purple drink o' his."

*He lifts his head up and shoots an accusatory look at Buttons*

 "Sure buddy, and I don't smoke." Silver helps him up.

 "Thanks, Silver. And I'm serious about not bein' drunk. Ya just watched me down fifteen bottles of whiskey, and did it look like I was buzzed?"

 "Well somethin happened. I don't know what to tell ya." He dusts him off "I'll make you something to eat."

 "Thanks. No steak for me this time, I'm not gonna be able ta chew it with this headache. Could ya fix me up some eggs? Soft-boiled if ya don't mind."

 "Of course." He goes into the kitchen, after a solid ten minutes he comes out with Soft boiled eggs. When he takes a bite they fill his mouth flavor. Easily the best he will ever have.

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Nathan is practicing his swordsmanship 

 Silver sits nearby and watches him with a slightly look of disdain.

 “What are you starin’ at?”

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Nathan is practicing his swordsmanship 

 Silver sits nearby and watches him with a slightly look of disdain.

 “What are you starin’ at?”

 "A dense muscle head with a sword. Who do you think that might be?"

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Silver is taking a break from work and drinking himself blind and smoking the life out of himself. He is sitting in the corner of the tavern, his face dripping slightly onto the table before it floats back into his face. After drinking a normally impossible amount bottles dry Silver realizes he hasn't felt anything different and decides to just go to sleep in his chair, snoring lightly despite not needing to breath.

 Kingfisher approaches him. “Hello? Sir?”

 Silver's liquid face shifts as he wakes up, empty eye sockets appear. He tries to make himself looks presentable and dusts himself off "Hello? What do ya need."

 “You good?”

 "I'm fine. Who're you?"

 “Kingfisher. You?”

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Silver is taking a break from work and drinking himself blind and smoking the life out of himself. He is sitting in the corner of the tavern, his face dripping slightly onto the table before it floats back into his face. After drinking a normally impossible amount bottles dry Silver realizes he hasn't felt anything different and decides to just go to sleep in his chair, snoring lightly despite not needing to breath.

 Kingfisher approaches him. “Hello? Sir?”

 Silver's liquid face shifts as he wakes up, empty eye sockets appear. He tries to make himself looks presentable and dusts himself off "Hello? What do ya need."

 “You good?”

 "I'm fine. Who're you?"

 “Kingfisher. You?”

 "Silver. I work here."

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Nathan is practicing his swordsmanship 

 Silver sits nearby and watches him with a slightly look of disdain.

 “What are you starin’ at?”

 "A dense muscle head with a sword. Who do you think that might be?"

 “A sword is merely an object. Muscles are no more than a part of your body. I am no different from a workman advancing his craft.”

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Nathan is practicing his swordsmanship 

 Silver sits nearby and watches him with a slightly look of disdain.

 “What are you starin’ at?”

 "A dense muscle head with a sword. Who do you think that might be?"

 “A sword is merely an object. Muscles are no more than a part of your body. I am no different from a workman advancing his craft.”

 "Wise words from someone who kills for money." He pulls out a cigarette and lights it.

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Silver is taking a break from work and drinking himself blind and smoking the life out of himself. He is sitting in the corner of the tavern, his face dripping slightly onto the table before it floats back into his face. After drinking a normally impossible amount bottles dry Silver realizes he hasn't felt anything different and decides to just go to sleep in his chair, snoring lightly despite not needing to breath.

 Kingfisher approaches him. “Hello? Sir?”

 Silver's liquid face shifts as he wakes up, empty eye sockets appear. He tries to make himself looks presentable and dusts himself off "Hello? What do ya need."

 “You good?”

 "I'm fine. Who're you?"

 “Kingfisher. You?”

 "Silver. I work here."

 She nods. “Nice to meet you, Silver. What do you do?”

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Karthør, who still hasn't fully recovered from his headache, tries to cautiously make his way down the stairs, but he stumbles and ends up falling the rest of the way down. Everyone in the tavern can hear the sounds of his body hitting each step, then finally, the sound of him landing on the floor. For a minute, there's only silence.

 Silver chuckles "Drunkard couldn't handle it."

 He groans in pain and says, "Not drunk, it's just that this feller o'er here gave me a splittin' headache with that purple drink o' his."

*He lifts his head up and shoots an accusatory look at Buttons*

 "Sure buddy, and I don't smoke." Silver helps him up.

 "Thanks, Silver. And I'm serious about not bein' drunk. Ya just watched me down fifteen bottles of whiskey, and did it look like I was buzzed?"

 "Well somethin happened. I don't know what to tell ya." He dusts him off "I'll make you something to eat."

 "Thanks. No steak for me this time, I'm not gonna be able ta chew it with this headache. Could ya fix me up some eggs? Soft-boiled if ya don't mind."

 "Of course." He goes into the kitchen, after a solid ten minutes he comes out with Soft boiled eggs. When he takes a bite they fill his mouth flavor. Easily the best he will ever have.

 "Thanks."

He scarfs down the eggs, then again staggers up the stairs.

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Silver is taking a break from work and drinking himself blind and smoking the life out of himself. He is sitting in the corner of the tavern, his face dripping slightly onto the table before it floats back into his face. After drinking a normally impossible amount bottles dry Silver realizes he hasn't felt anything different and decides to just go to sleep in his chair, snoring lightly despite not needing to breath.

 Kingfisher approaches him. “Hello? Sir?”

 Silver's liquid face shifts as he wakes up, empty eye sockets appear. He tries to make himself looks presentable and dusts himself off "Hello? What do ya need."

 “You good?”

 "I'm fine. Who're you?"

 “Kingfisher. You?”

 "Silver. I work here."

 She nods. “Nice to meet you, Silver. What do you do?”

 "I'm the reason the food here is delicious." He suddenly seems to get a hold of his senses and bows "A pleasure to meet you. Apologizes for my poor demeanor."

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Nathan is practicing his swordsmanship 

 Silver sits nearby and watches him with a slightly look of disdain.

 “What are you starin’ at?”

 "A dense muscle head with a sword. Who do you think that might be?"

 “A sword is merely an object. Muscles are no more than a part of your body. I am no different from a workman advancing his craft.”

 "Wise words from someone who kills for money." He pulls out a cigarette and lights it.

 “You gotta get the kills to pay the bills. And where do you think I got these skills? Not just a mindless brute.”

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 “You gotta get the kills to pay the bills. And where do you think I got these skills? Not just a mindless brute.”

 "People can learn how to kill without stepping into a single battle. There are better ways to make money, mindless brute."