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Post by lucesi on Dec 29, 2012 4:10:55 GMT -5
In the gloomy halflight of the Tipsey Imp, the half-orc bartender looked even more forboding and grim than usual, but Vennis was determined to push his agenda anyaway.
"Now look, as I said before Erork if you're after a player who knows all the bawdy songs, all the hits then I'm your man. I know all the crowd pleasers - This Wizard's Staff has a knob on the end, She was only a halflings daughter, The Bent Pikeman, The Sorceress' Orbs...and many many more. I know how to get a crowd going and what they want - you'll boost drink sales massively. And people will stay the night."
Vennis paused a moment staring up at the looming figure, unsure of the figures reaction.
"Look just speak with your employers about it - I know them. They won't regret it. Just talk with 'em eh?"
And, unsure of his influence upon the guarded half-breed, Vennis stumbled out of the inn into the night.
"Hmm wonder if Talbot's still serving...."
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