*ventures from my room to the bar but stops seeing your condition* um...ye be alright?
English
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*Chuckles darkly though it sounds like rolling thunder* ye need more den that there horn to scare me lad..but yeah i be wantin that rum but make no mistake...never..threaten me again or ye find yer self in the fishermens market
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*Chuckles though it sounds like distant thunder and smiles though you see its full of razor like teeth* i see very well may yer night provide ye with further fortune *wonders off to the bar to get some rum my footfalls causing various things to jump*