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Falisaty gasps in disbelief, "How dare you drink something brewed from those retched Gnolls. How about a round of Gnomish Spirits for the house." Falisaty flings a bag of gold towards the bar keep.
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I must admit, the sweetness of the gnomish spirits seems to dampen the scream of young wood elves plummeting to their death in the background..
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Goobles snatches the gnomish spirits from Bubbles.
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#24
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OOC: Please make a roleplaying section on the forums = ) we need to do things like this much more often
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