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Post by Justin de Rocaille on Aug 16, 2007 22:16:37 GMT -5
I had to escape the town house for a little while and I had heard of a charming tavern with an Alban flare; deciding to sneak away before mother gave me some new lesson to drone over.
I pushed open the door once I had easily found the small public house and entered with a soft and eager smile.
"Ah, good evening young lord." Said the largely obese man with a scruffy beard. Obviously a non D'Angeline, but what else would I find as a properiter of an Alban establishment. "Please help yer self to seat of your choosing." He exclaimed coming over to meet me. "As you can see we're quiet tonight so any where you wish." I smiled and thanked him with a soft chuckle and moved to a seat at a table facing the rest of the bar and whom ever may choose to enter. Ordering a mug of lager as he called it sipped my drink and looked around at the few and scattered members of the room.
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