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The Legend of Mann.
ShadedExalt:
"Bartender, scratch that order. Carn seems to have met his match. And George, I have plety of oil, specifically developed for automata.
Carn:
"SHWAT! i'VE NOT FALLLAN TO ALCHOHOIL VET! And by shant shtart tobay!"
Carn tumbles behind the counter and begins to guzzle the rum.
ShadedExalt:
"Well, if wants to drink himself into a stupor, it falls not to me to stop him."
(No giving yourself amnesia and not believing you finally met your match)
The Mann:
Bartender: "I think that is enough booze for you today, savour the bottle, its your last."
Bartender looks as gaige.
"You, carry this drunk man to the hammocks upstairs along with Bard over their. Different hammocks of course."
"for the trouble, 5 gold"
ShadedExalt:
"Fine, fine, I always was a sucker for money."
*Hefts Carn over his shoulder, grunting. A clank is heard.*
"This guy would be heavy without that damned armor."
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