*Valenze tries to pull his paw back, but doesn't quite get it back far enough. He looks at the resulting cut in surprise.* Ye cu' meh! way' a minuh...et didn' 'urt! Tha's a mighteh shahp sward ye got theah...* Valenze reaches into his pocket and pulls out a coin.* Can Ah ge' a drink naw? -- The Hunt for Warpeye

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Fik comes hurtling into the bar, nearly taking the door off it's hinges. He's carrying a rather large sack over his back which he promptly chucks into the corner by the stairs. He slams the door shut and rushes to the nearest table, grabbing each of the chairs around it in turn and hurling them at the door before dragging the table over and adding it to the heaping pile of furniture. Fik does this to three more tables and all the chairs around them. This tires the shrew out and he sits for a moment, breathing heavily. Once he's gotten his breath back he runs off to the corner to retrive his bag, then he runs upstairs with it.	Fik	16:23:53 04/20/04 Tue