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 Posted: Sun Jun 04, 2006 3:42 pm
The dark and damp hit the outside as the door opened, and was consumed by the cool, fresh air.
A thick stench permeated the main room, and the Bar Keeper looked up reproachfully as the door slammed shut.
A man in a long black cloak with knarled hands and a just as knarled cane watches, his prescence menacing.
The Bar Keeper grinned, if it could be called that, crooked teeth poking out from behind thin, bloodless lips.
"Sit down, and I'll fill 'er up. What'll it be, then? Students, are you? Firewhisky's permitted here. Ain't no one gonna find out..."
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