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[Rohrim]

*slowly walks into the citadel while hiding his war daggers*....uhhh hello?....is any one here?.....*grabs a seat and starts wiping the blood off his daggers*

[CaptainPenguin]

A penguin, wearing a ridiculous pirate get-up, complete with tattered seaman's jacket, floppy, wide-brimmed hat, rose-lensed goggles, and a wooden toy sword painted gold, pulls up a chair. It is then that Rohrim realizes that he is sitting a bar, with a roaring crowd getting boisterously drunk around him.
"D'arr! Aye, we be here, matey. I be Cap'n Penguin. Have some grog." the penguin says, and slides a frosty mug of frothy, foamy, bubbling, salty grog across the table.

[Shadoweagle]

A black-robed figure slides up to the newcomer and the penguin and snatches that mug of grog from the table before Rohrim can get his hands on it.
"Trust me, friend, you don't want to taste this. But welcome to the citadel all the same. Name's Shadoweagle." The man gives a quick sniff of that grog before curling his nose in distate, shaking his head at the penguin good-naturedly and returning to the crowd.

[Ylorea]

A young lady steps up and removes the mug from Shadoweagles hands before the grog hits the floor.

The shadow may not like Grog, but..... As the lady returns the mug to you, she begs the captain for a mug for herself.
Captain, it has been ages since we had a proper conversation....

As her cloak is pulled up rather high, it is hard to make out her features, but looking at her hands, it is clear that she uses her daggers to sharpen pens, rather then staining the clothes of others.

Welcome to you friend.