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In the shadowy corners of the bar, a black masked man, face draped with a hood and his body covered in robes, couldn't help but resist a smile that tugged at the corner of his mouth. He felt a familiar presence... he only wished that he had memories to help him. He leaned forward in the stool of his table, the massive, curved head of the Great Axe on his back rising upwards above his head. Suddenly interested in what was happening about him, he raised his face, eyes peering out from behind the black tiara that consumed his face and neck, seeking from underneath the hood of his robe.
A woman, with a hawk. Interesting.
A pompous but very well dressed woman. Attractive.
...A well armored highlander. The man's eyes narrowed on this figure. Intriguing.
A stammering man who'd fallen asleep at the bar. Familiar. As in, recently familiar. The man felt he'd seen this one only very recently.
There were others, of course. Lalafell, Roegadyn.
He did not know whether to pick a fight, buy that woman a beer, or talk animals with the Hawk lover. Perhaps there would be enough time for all three tonight.
A woman, with a hawk. Interesting.
A pompous but very well dressed woman. Attractive.
...A well armored highlander. The man's eyes narrowed on this figure. Intriguing.
A stammering man who'd fallen asleep at the bar. Familiar. As in, recently familiar. The man felt he'd seen this one only very recently.
There were others, of course. Lalafell, Roegadyn.
He did not know whether to pick a fight, buy that woman a beer, or talk animals with the Hawk lover. Perhaps there would be enough time for all three tonight.
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