- - At Wits END
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Post by Aeris on Mar 19, 2008 4:46:31 GMT -5
Crystal felt very pleased with herself. She had just come back from pick-pocketing a few villagers, and ended up with more than she thought. She quickly peered into the little black pouch connected to her belt. There were fifteen dinars in there, and that was enough for the young warrior to barter with for a few days.
And that called for a drink.
Crystal, without looking so suspicious, walked right into the Dead Tarantula Bar. She ignored the few stares she recieved from some of the more drunken soldiers, but she was used to it. They could not see her young face, as it was concealed with a navy blue hooded cloak. They were just curious with a new woman in town, but Crystal would not dare to give them what they want. So she ignored them all too easily.
Whilst the onlookers finally continued their meals, Crystal made her way to the very end of the bar, nearest the wall. There, she gave the bartender a few dinars for a nice cup of rum.
Wasting no time, she took a satisfying sip, as she was careful not to drink it all in one go. After all, she didn't do this everyday.
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