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It was getting late and Ramsa did not want to go to his little hole of a home. His first day in Alleria was not looking good, but he hoped that this darkening could change that.
He barged into the inn, which seemed vaugely familiar to him. His eyes hurt from being in the sun all day, looking for a decent place to purchase furniture, but no such luck. He squinted and spotted a large group of people talking, drinking and having fun. He grew angry at the sight, for he had no friends.
Slugging over to an empty seat by the bar, Ramsa plopped down and threw his head into his hands. He looked up and raised his hand to the waitress.
Give me anything that'll knock me out.
For a modest price of course.
He looked at the group again and grew sad.
I need that drink faster than I thought...
Last edited by Ramsa; March 11, 2006 at 12:26 PM.
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