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Tyra'Jil jumps as something brushes his legs. Suddenly, a large orange cat with black stripes leaps up onto the table. The cat turns it's eyes to Tyra'Jil before speaking, "I really hope you're not serious about that new policy."

Tyra'Jil rolls his eyes, "Of course I am Leirik."

Leirik rolls its eyes before turning around and looking at Mielo and Efrandor. Tyra'Jil rolls his eyes, "What do you want, anyway?"

"Just here to pester you... On Noyana's account."

"........ Where is she anyways?"

"Dealing with the Council..." Leirik gave Tyra'Jil a cold glare, "Which you should have done properly." Leirik then turned and spoke, "Are they supposed to get all that beer for free?"

"Ask Senturu." Tyra'Jil stated, closing his eyes so he can smoke his pipe in peace.

- Welcome to the party chap!! Cheers, hooja!!

when ya start talkin to stuff. then you know that you may of had too much. but when it starts talking back. ya know you had way too much

Tyra'Jil continues to sit in his corner, smoking his pipe.

Leirek, in the meantime, takes interest in a moth that had landed on his nose.

*Lulu looks around and gets himself a pint of beer from the other tap.*

*Looks at Tyra.*

- Damn guys, he is way to boring....

*Goes to a corner and picks up a object, turns around and faces Tyra.*

- First off, why do you have a girls name, are you a *beep*..? Second, I hope you like beer...!

*Efrandor activates a big hoose and liters and liters of beer starts flooding out from it smashing Tyra in tothe wall.*

- Hoooooooooja!!  Now that's a party!!

*Tyra lies on the floor, very, very, very drunk.*

- Fun eh?

*Goes to join up with Senturu again...*

are you talking to yourself? just so you know. im the bartender around here.

*Looks up from the beercan, notives how Senturu are talking with Sneaky.*

- Nooooo!!  Don't stop drinking, you'll never survive it!!

mmmmeaajaelmqe;eeeee ..... waaaaaaaaaaaaaaaeee nseeeeeeee kleeeeee

*Senturu looks really strange towards Mielo*

I Said another beeer please !!!

Tyra'Jil pulls out a flash of a strange, glowing white liquid. Yyra'Jil takes a sip of the odorless substance before putting the cork on. Instantly, he sobers up, the strange potion destroying every bit of the alcohol in his body.

Tyra'Jil stands before he and Lereik join Vaeletor. Tyra'Jil pulls out his smoking pipe and starts smoking again. He then talks to Vaeletor, the pipe bobbing up and down with each word, "I hate the liqour made by land-dwellers..."

*looks over to Mccoy*

who the heck spread that crap. you have to pay double for that. i dont run no free bar. gosh. id get fired if i gave people free beer.

here Efrandor a free one on the house

*hands Efrandor a beer*

yea sure here ya go

*hands a beer to Mccoy*

oh yea thanks for buying me four drinks.

*chugs the beer and takes the tankard and throws it at the back of Senturu's head as he is turned away* Don't even THINK about stealin my money, son! *walks over to senturu's unconcious body and takes back the gold i handed him* *sigh* I knew i shouldn've trusted him.

*grabs another tankard off a table* sorry bud, i need it for a ... well nevermind. *runs over to senturu and beats him on the head with it* Gosh darnit how many times must Mr. T say it "I Pity da foo'" *sighs and takes the money back and all personal items taken by the theif*

*walks back to the bar and he thinks to himself

'well that guy is stupid, he is trying to take the fake gold i made, wards off theives every time. well at least i got a free beer from him'*

*Points and laughs at Mccoy while being fainted..   Also opens a new beer.*

A chuckle emanates from the rafters before a man with short silver hair and black feathered wings lands in the middle of the tavern. His black trenchoat shifts around his muscle shirt and black leather jeans. Two katana clink to either side of his waist and his glowing blue eyes turn to Senturu, "A beer if you would, before I have to go out into the field again."

"Not so much ego, huh, Seph?" Lereik asks.

Seph turns his eyes to Lereik speaking, "No, as a matter of fact. I consider myself quite humble... And it's General Lionfeld to you, Lereik."

*looks at Senturu as if he has no idea who he's talking to*

(whispering to Efrandor) Yeah of course he was the one that drank it cause I switched the beers before he noticed, so now he has that beer and i had already drinken mine and hadn't gotten a second.

*gets up and says goodbye to everyone and leaves the taverne*

Seph, who seemed to have no humor whatsoever, looks at Senturu, "Why would that be so funny anyway? Tanks for the beer, by the way..." The general leaves the worth of the beer plus 50% as tip.

Seph walks towards the door speaking, "Gotta head back to Fort Moonmoth. Got patrols to make, soldiers to train... Skulls to crack."

Seph steps out into the night before taking flight, soaring off to the new fort. Leirek looks at Tyra'Jil, "Does the man have a sense of humor?"

"As unseeming as it is, yes." Tyra'Jil stats, "But not while he's on duty."

Enter the tavern his wide brimmed hat covering his eyes, but his ebony skin standing out none the less. Rapier hung at his hip as he settled into the closes b*beep*at yawning slightly, he offered little time to the group of people around him ordering brandy as he slipped some coinage onto the table.

Enters slowly. Apprehensious of all the arrogant and bustling humans

"Hey bartender ale!" he yelled as he sat down and settled in for his drink as he took the coins out of his pocket

*grabs his club and Hits Tyra Jil*

you got to share the sunlight dang it. now who wanted Ale? oh yea you.

*walks over to Proilon and hands him his drink. then takes the gold from Proilon*

Tyra'Jil rubs rubs his head before laughing when a smaller Pharlan sweeps Proilon's feet out from under him with her tail. The blue and white artic Pharlan then blasts him point blank range with a triple element spell of fire, ice, and lightning. The effects also destroyed his armor and weapons, including Senturu's club.

She walks to Tyra'Jil, her dark blue robes shifting as she does so. She smiles, "Still a trouble maker and need me to rescue you, I see..."

"Noyanna... Don't start..." Tyra'Jil glares at his mate.

you get no more drink till i get my Club back.

Tyra'Jil turns his head, "What about Noyanna's magic, which destroyed the last club?"

"He's gotcha there... Plus Tyra'Jil's tail will reach past even a longsword, as Pharlan tails were designed to kill their primary prey..." General Lionfeld states, walking back into the tavern. "I want some whiskey... If you don't got it, gimme the best wine you got..." Seph plops down, once more, the worth of the drink plust 50% as tip.

"Hey there, Sephy!" Noyanna states, "How's t-"

"S-Sephy?! SEPHY?!!" Leirek rolls on the table laughing.

Seph glares at Noyanna, "Ruin my reputation, why don't you? It's bad enough my wife calls me that."

*Walk into the tavern with his little pet dragon and looks at Proilon as Proilon walks out*

*then walk straight to the bartender*

Gimme the best sake you have and for my pet dragon....give him a nice juicy stake