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*Travis dies, and Arvious takes his place.*

"Barkeep!  I want Charley to stop killing people randomly!:

*quickly runs to Charleys side*


"Dude.. The Taverne security is gonna be jumping all over you..!! Run before its too late"

"Sir... You have recently killed a person.. they will be hunting you down as soon as possible!!"

"Killing someone triggers no defense. Putting one finger behind the bar on the other hand..."

*watches as a presence disintegrates the earmuffs, and uses the dust formed by the earmuffs to decapitate Himanil

"What makes you think you're so different?"

*Reforms and enters the Tavern again his memory totally gone except for a vague memory of a painful sensation in a place called the bar*

*Walks back behind the bar thinking about deja vu*

*Enters the Tavern again with the same sensation as before but prefers to sit on a chair after breaking the neck of a patron who said he smelt like a wolf, choosing to sit down as he felt a bit too painful for some reason*

*drinks Septim shot*

"Wow, things've really become repetitive here..."

"You shouldn't write a survival guide if you are the predominant person who dies," mumbled Charley as he sat at the bar.

"I could write a great survival guide for new people! It is just the fact that I am too lazy to write one for the whole 2 people that would read it."

'Is it just me or was that too short and leaving people wondering on the lack of details.'

*sits down on chair and wonders why everyone is fighting*

*Walks in and brushes the cobwebs off the generic dead bodies*

"Man...talk about a time gap!"

*Walks out of a shower*
'Damn these threads of time come off hard, especially more so where fights are concerned.'

'A drink please, Druken De-, no a Tasidian Shot.'
Mutters to himself, 'That is if even the crafty Septim can find the right bottle in the dust.'

"It can be served in a shot I guess...not sure how well that works since it is a drink built on good taste, not strong alcohol content."

"It is not entirely built upon taste......but whatever."

* Cheerfully accepts a drink while cautiously looking around to ensure that not ZETA secret agents lurked hidden in the shadows amongst the numerous Tavern security.

*Thinks along the same line as Charley*
'Really Septim when I was allowed back, you ought've figured it...........

"So then why on Earth or won't you go ''there''? And what is the name of the planet where Tasidian is?

'A pity,' sips his drink.
Well you could at least drop by some times, I mean honestly if not there then where else will you go?

"I don't think you have a problem with the living part. only the hospitality and maintenance part.'
"So will you actually build your own?"

"Well don't go much by my words then."
"So your '''rented house''' burnt where be you headed now?"

(Smiles)"These grounds are those that I don't believe any of us will be able to leave.......at least not for long."
"You have ventured across many lands Prince of Tasidian often as a king and often as a lowly common man, but I think that lands may just be running out unless one of you can create new ones, a fair land that will actually last."

*wonders why Himanil and Charley are talking all civilized, and pulls out a sporkpistol*

"THIS IS VU!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!"

*shoots at everyone, then commits suicide in an awesome explosion of fire*