by Herb on June 27th, 2011, 10:01 pm
Looks around following the gaze of Devinne, the bar was a busy place, chairs and tables all occupied with dock workers and sailors alike, chatting and chugging down their drinks. This certainly seemed like a nice jovial place where he might find an interesting story of the world, taking care to look at every table for the one he thought might be the most interesting group.
The first table he saw sat a group of quite rowdy sailors, always clearly well on their way to being drunk, so he decided against that table. Table two didn't seem much better, a few dock workers and sailors deep in the beer almost asleep on their hands.
Table three proved much nicer, some people that were clearly not straight sailors, maybe the adventurer types he'd heard about, so he motioned to Devinne.
' That table there looks like our best bet. You think they would let us join in? ' |
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' Herb talks like this ' And apologies if I mix up my
Tense's and
Grammer, I've never been very good