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"Oh, I never introduced myself.  I am Michael Deallus, son of Cedric Deallus.  I will be coming here in his place since he is getting old and is also busy."

"A hard it is to be an half elf! I have to watch as everyone around me ages and dies. So sad! I remember some of Septims forefathers and some of yours as well Your Highness. Good men they were! Here's to them!"

*Travis waits for his drink.*

*Pours the drink and slides it to Travis*

"There you go..."

*Refills the drink and slides it back*

"Don't overdo it stranger.  I might as well get in some tavern tradition here."

*Slaps Travis over the face*

"Just since you claim being new here and all" ;)

"What is happening here? Why is everyone so closed to themselves? Let us drink and joy. Some of us have been knighted, others have been raised in rank! Why are you so gloom? You Highness Michael, fill their cups!"

"Sir, a round of Leiondon Lagers to everyone!"

*drinks various drinks

"Mmm...Septim Shot..."
"Leiondon Lager...not my favorite, to be honest..."
"Tasisian Draught, I remember this-uh oh..."

*spasms and collapses

"Hurgekurgurk..."

*gets up, apparently fine

"No actually, this has happened before, the Tasidian Draught has strange effects on my nererkergergurnanan..."

*falls over spasms some more

*climbs to his feet, appearing heavily drunk

*begins to give a drunken lecture on the economics of small outlying Broniminan settlements

*passes out

*Travis orders fifty Leiondon Lagers.*

*Travis kills archer orc the festive.*

"Go die in a ditch if you respawn.*

"Nice one Mike! But is not that one! It is pig crap!"

"That is not what I meant.......but.......why not?"

*Draws closer to Travis and laughs at the face he makes.*

"Have no fear! I am not like that! I was saying that is was a nice joke! Can't you see he is trying not to laugh?"

*Gets back at his place and drinks from his glass his Hard Lemon."

*Gets back up*

"This is I get for minding my own buisness?,unless...."

*Summons the mongoose guardian golem that smashes taven in the face and knockshim out of a window,then the golem disappears."

"Snake lover....."

*Continues to preach at the altar of slasher*

"Well, the drinks that seem to be popular are the Septim Shots and the Deallus Draughts.  The Septim Shot is highly concentrated alcohol, while the Deallus Draught is a very delicious and smooth tasting drink.  You could also have the Drunk's Demise which kills you instantly...designed to intoxicate Zeta himself."

*Fills any drinks that need filled*

"I thought that was at Madidus only?"

"Madidus a nightclub that my ancestor, Ernest Deallus, founded as a distant branch of the tavern here.  It was designed to serve exotic drinks and mixed specialties.  It does not serve ales, beers, or the brews we have here.  Is on a distant island of Madidus.  Your drink cannot be served here...by me."

"Oh, thanks."

*Travis drinks his Black Froth, and falls over unconscious, and spasms all the way over to the dumpster out of the tavern.*

*wakes up

"Who hit me?!"

*Travis dances.*

*Travis drinks them all and then walks out to go to Madidus for drinks.*

"Hey wait a minute...you cannot be serving drinks!"

*Hits Travis over the head with a shovel*

*Travi*beep*s Michael over the head with a baseball bat.*

"There's no rule about serving your own drinks here!"