"Thank ye kindly friend." He said taking the rice from him graciously then turning back to his beer.
He finishes his second beer off even more swiftly than the first. "Hmm," he looks at the beer. "I do suppose that quantities of money would buy a better quality. Oh well." He placed two bills on the counter and pulled a flask from his vest. He took a swig of whatever was in the flask, his tall thin form tilting backwards slightly.
It is curious that a man of only 19 or so as he looked could be so acquainted with alchohol. Also that he was not passed out drunk on the floor by now.
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The crusaders of this age hide from the light,
preferring instead
the stealthy guile of night :bmage:
Last edited by Rhuhael; 02-02-2004 at 06:58 PM.
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