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The Third Day of the Month of Ioannes in the Season of Summer, of Era III of the Celestine Mandate (Current Pattern) Era XII Post Fractum, the First Era of the Reign of Empress Arabella the Just Paradigm Shift: The Kattarian Ambassadors are spotted sailing towards Prime
Arrack had followed his nose to find the Crown Inn and Tavern; some said he could detect the whiff of alcohol from a mile away. True or not, Arrack walked, stumbled, into the building still humming an old drinking song. He looked around and his sining trailed off. This feels like home. More crowded. But every bar feels the same in some small way. The dancing, the laughter, the smell of beer and food were all familiar to Arrack. He had spent more of his life inside a tavern than out; it was where he was most comfortable.
He rubbed his bloodshot eyes and blinked while they adjusted to the dimmer light. It was only mid-afternoon, but Arrack was already a little wasted and wanted to turn that "little" into "very." Once he finished focusing, as focused as he could be that is, the surly young man turned his attention to the woman behind the counter. She's pretty, I think. If I could see straight... He stepped up to the counter and bent down, resting his elbows on it. After shooting the girl an inebriated grin, he spoke, "Good mornin'..." Arrack stopped mid-sentence and corrected himself, "Ah' mean good afta'noon, Sweethart. Ah need ah' drink. If ya dinnae mind."
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