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*Watches Shoon*

"I think that water was from the pig's trough...kind of sad you drank it...and then threw it at Anubis...bad move"

*Finishes off of his ale*

Wakes up momentarily from his slumber and says drunkenly, 'Hhh.. what that mean?'

*walks back into the bar

"I am most sorry to hear this. I wish you best of luck and I hope you will return someday."

*sits down in a manner meant to show respect to Charley.

"Hang on...you can have a farewell gift. Hey, Septim! Whatever Charley wants, on me. He deserves it."

*Charley Deallus III stands up and looks around one last time.  He pulls a black cloak up over his shoulders and picks up a walking staff.  He heads to the door and it opens up right before he gets there.  Standing at the door is a young man who looks very similar to him, also wearing a black cloak.  The two shake hands and Charley hands him his sheathed sword, whispering a few words.  Charley then walks out of the tavern, unlikely to return again.  The young man watches him leave and then places the sword at his side.  He walks over to the bar, sits down at the seat where Charley usually sat, and lowered his hood.*

"Bartender...I would like my uncle's favorite drink.  I am Cedric Deallus, son of Thomas Deallus, the second eldest son of Ernest Deallus.  I will be here in my uncle's place."

"All of the Deallus family use clones...it keeps us safe...in fact I am not the original Cedric Deallus."

*looks sad

"Charley didn't take my offer of a free drink..."

*looks at Cedric

"Well, I guess I should get to know the new Deallus. So, you ever been to the lands of Zeta before?"

*Shoon scrambles off the floor and slams Cedric over the head with a club*

"STAR WARS THE CLONE WARS!"

"Oh! Almost forgot!"

*Septim slaps Cedric, and everybody else in the tavern who hasn't gotten a slap yet.

"Welcome to the tavern everybody!"

*Septim gives everybody a free drink (which turns out to be turtle blood).

"Well, have fun, and remember, don't drink and ride..." said Septim.

*punches Samual

"It's not much, but it is the only place where Septim Shots are legal!"

*Goes to Samual.*

"Say anything more about the tavern and you will die! And I will take my time doing this!"

"Ugh, I need a drink. A Septim Shot, probably."

[[Order: Septim Shot]]

*breaks Mr. Shanghai's wrist as he goes to touch him*

"Hey, I wonder if this person is related to the Mr. Shanghi who was around before but was hated by everyone..."

*drinks it

"Hmm, this seems a bit..."

*gradually falls over

"There was a person in here a few eras ago.  One of my relatives fought with him in here and in other threads.  Mr. Shanghi, as he was called, was a bad sp@mmer and really got on people's nerves."

*Sets wrist and wraps it up*

"Well, have a Septim Shot to take off the pain a little"

*Septim fills the orders.

"By the way, my name is Septim, not Spetim..."

*Septim pours Cedric an ale and passes it to him.

*Sips at his ale and nudges Arvious with the toe of his boot*

"I wonder if he even saw that coming..?"

Anubis strolls up to Arvious, nudges him with a toe.  "A glass of your coldest water Septim?'' Anubis then dumps the water on Arvious and tells him, "Come on, let's get over to Infiltration to finish our glorious mission.  Liquor isn't becoming of such a great warrior as yourself"

"Considering the water they use here to make coffee, I'm not sure you want any Demonsul."  Anubis said with a smile.

"Ah, don't worry, it's receeding..."

*suddenly becomes very drunk

"Bloomin physhicksh..."

*falls over

*wakes up, blindly staggers over to a cobweb-covered machine in the corner, and presses a button

*a bright light surrounds him. he turns round and comes back to the bar, completely sober.

"I forgot we had that thing...no, I don't need a coffee anymore, I'll have a Septim Shot instead."

[Order: Septim Shot]

*Septim pours Demonsul a Septim Shot.

"Dang! These sure are popular!"

*Septim pours Cha-Cedric a Septim Shot.