| Feeling a little thirsty, and getting the urge for some companionship, you stroll up to the inn. However, upon reaching the door, you see a well made (and well used) bulletin board hanging from a hook set in the oak portal. Upon it is scrawled a message... |
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| You suppose in a small town such as this, and as the only tavern in town, the owner can afford to have some attitude. Grinning, you decide to try again another time to see if you can catch this interesting individual on one of his better days. |