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Yiski:
--Saloon--

Yiski
"The burial went fine. The eulogy was something else though. Who knew Dylan was a poet?"

Yiski then makes a Hellfire for Nidhogg.

Yiski
"Let's go ahead and let you dive into thing. This is a Hellfire. Compared to other drinks, this will kick you to the ground. Compared to my recent brews, the Hellfire is a walk in the park. I hope that clarifies what you're gettin' yourself into."

Gryphos:
--Saloon--

Nidhogg
"And also apparently Dylan is surprisingly eloquent."

He chuckles to himself, before grasping the Hellfire and holding it in front of his face.

Nidhogg
"In at the deep end I suppose."

He then takes a sip, and then a gulp, before downing it in one.

Nidhogg
"Great nimbus! Doesn't half vaporise your sinuses does it."

RearAdmiralZill:
-Saloon-

Zill asked Yiski for a WSW and Jun'ko went over to test out the new piano. Needless to say, it worked very well. Zill hummed along and then turned to Nidhogg.
Zill
"Trial by fire eh? The best way to go in my opinion."

Zill tips his hat in good gesture and orders him another round.

Plasmarobo:
Plasma breezes through the door. He smiles sympathetically at Nidhogg as he acquiesces to the potent drink.

Plasma
"I see I'm not the only one who finds that stuff powerful. 'ello Commander. Hello...ah."

He sort of salutes Yiski. More out of habit than anything else. He places himself next to Nidhogg at the bar.
He looks from Skyraider to Nidhogg and back.

Plasma
"I don't think I know either of you. But I think I've seen you both around the past few days... been a bit chaotic I guess. Anyway, I think I must be starting to like this place. I suppose I'll have one of those too."

He indicates Nidhogg's empty drink, now in the process of being replaced. He turns to the man.

Plasma
"You're not from around here are you?" he says carefully.

Gryphos:
--Saloon--

Nidhogg
"Anvala? No. I'm from the Baronies, part of a fairly powerful house. I've been travelling around the Burren now for, what is it? A month now. I left because..."

He takes a swig of his new favourite drink.

Nidhogg
"...Because I err, technically I was exiled. Partly because of this."

He then puts down the drink, parts his cloak and draws his saber. He then holds it in front of him, running his hand along the non-sharp end from hilt to tip, before laying it down on the bar.

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