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[tar_calion]

*Goes to the pub*

*scowls and decides that his family must be further divine punishment for his mis-deeds.*

There are not enough years left in creation for the amount of therapy I'm going to need. >.<

*shudders*

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[mornaquilde]

*wanders into the pub, wondering how to go about swiping one of the REAAALLLY big bottles of whiskey as a present for Turco*

[tar_calion]

What are you doing in here?

[mornaquilde]

I'm on a mission, thank you very much.

*marches over and climbs up onto a bar stool next to you*

[ariel_lossemire]

*is working*

*raises an eyebrow*