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8/7/2020 4:45:36 AM
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[i]Cobalt staggers in, and falls into a seat at the bar.[/i]
“I need a strong drink.”
English
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Cara watches Cobalt, a little surprised at his entrance. A lonely traveller sitting a few seats over glances at him curiously, and leans in the opposite direction over his own drink. The barmaid doesn’t hesitate much longer, and heads for a room in the back. “Anythin’ in particular ye have a cravin’ fer?” She asks in an Irish accent.
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Cara eyes roll subtly, then she pauses to think. She looks at Cobalt up and down. “Wha’ do ye call an ‘odd job’? There’s wood out in the back tha’ could certainly use a good choppin’ fer the fire.” Her voice gives off an ever slight hint that there was more on her mind than just firewood when she pondered his question. [spoiler]Going to call it a night, will get back to you after work tomorrow![/spoiler]
