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The Mantis

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The Argonian also counts out 50 gold into a small bag, handing it to the orc once the door had opened. The orc responded in a similar manner, only giving a bit more of a sneering look at the lizard. it'll be 80 gold for you, and count yourself lucky that it isn't 1000. The argonian, not wishing to cause a scene, complies, and enters. the argonian immediately moves to the bar and orders "something that'll warm me up pretty quick". It was somewhat cool out, and even if wearing many layers of clothes, argonians do not stay warm very well. The bartender handed him a mug of some warm, frothy, golden ale he got from a large barrel sitting in sort of a low-heat oven. He took a sip of the warm brew and immebiately felt the warmth spread from his throat to al parts of his body. Sssssssssss, he sighed, then caught himself. He had not made that hissing sound argonians are so well known and disgusted for since he could not remember, and for a good reason, too. Immediately, he got a couple of quick, dirty looks from the nearby patrons, though the bartender jsut kept cleaning mugs over by a washbasin. Curses, he thought, I didn't mean to do that. This beer must have some kind of potion added to it, he thought. His thoughts turned from the enchanted beer to the people around him in the club.
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A half-elf enters the club and pays the orc 50 gold for membership. Then he walks over to the bartender and orders a bottle of cyroldic brandy. The barkeeper say they are out. The half-elf does not look very happy and the bartender hands over th last bottle. "Thank you." Shadow walks to the training room for a little practice with his bow.
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