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A Knight At the Tavern

Orianna Grand looked down the flask she was holding dubiously, unsure as to whether or not she should drink it. The cleric of Gorum was no stranger to alcohol; but this set her senses tingling. It was almost like there was something suspect about the drink… She inspected it a little closer, only to shrug. As far as she could tell, it was safe enough. The dirty-blonde woman looked back up to the bar, watching with amusement as the barkeep struggled to see his patrons had their fill. He really needed a barmaid, or at the very least a tavern wench. Maybe that would keep some of the rowdier guests a little more subdued. Probably not, though