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Date Posted: 12:22:29 11/26/03 Wed
Author: The Sea Hawk Admiral
Subject: *A male otter walks out from the back room of the tavern. A fat bodied wine bottle in one hand and a single glass in another.*
In reply to: Celtica Nightshadow 's message, "**A tall, lithe vixen glides into the room and takes a seat. She glances around her as if looking for somebeast**" on 19:00:40 11/12/03 Wed

*The otter's blue eye's scan the room,always looking for a familar face or two. Walking to where he had been previously sitting, he spots the two new arrivals, a vixen and a black garbed fox. Shrugging it away he sits down, adjusting his midnight blue leather pants and his sowrd belt. From which hung his bohemian broadsword. While it was his trademark, his other trademark, a tattoo, was covered up by the dark blue shirt he wore. Corking the bottle, the otter pours himself a glass and sips it. Reflecting on recent events.*

OOC:The admiral has returned. Still in semi-retirement, but for now he's back. If anyone can guess who I am you get a cookie.

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  • **Deathfang enters, letting a blast of freezing air into the tavern. He swears under his breath and closes the door. He walks up to the bar and orders a bottle of his favorite blackcurrent wine. He sees the two foxes and stops to listen. He missed part of the coversation, so he sits down nearby, sipps at the wine and listens. He has never seen these foxes before. (NT) -- Deathfang, 17:04:22 11/26/03 Wed
  • *syan smiles calmly, the golden fox nods to Celtica.* We have listeners it appears, my dear Celtica... (NT) -- Syan, 17:42:17 11/26/03 Wed
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