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Originally posted by Lord Shield:
"Actually", says a mage to Tancred, "the chicken and the drow left a while ago."
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Tancred has been staring into space for some time after his realisation there had been a Drow in the bar; anyone watching him carefully would see a nervous tic on his face working overtime. Thankfully, the sudden conversation by the Bartender has pulled the Paladin from whatever flashbacks he was having. That, or the sudden mental image of a Chicken and a Drow...
A deft use of Detect Evil assures him that the face he sees is a borderline friendly one.
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"I come from Greyhawk via Spelljammer ship. I am a veteran of the Temple of Elemental Evil, the Slave Lords, the Demonweb Pits, and others. My colleagues are about too. We are 1st Edition PCs and proud of it - My magic personally killed Zuggtmoy, Llolth (she was pissed), Iuz and Vecna - we didn't bother poncing them through a portal - when one of these Bhaalians gives 'there can be only one' and becomes the new God of Murder - we'll do for him/her too"
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Tancred absorbs all this, eyes widening, nodding slightly when the Children are mentioned. He takes a sip of his freshly arrived Holy Water and Lemon, wondering if perhaps he is a little out-of-place amongst these mighty, if not god-like characters. The golden sword at his side pipes up.
"Are you going to order me a drink, or do I have to start slicing heads?"
Tancred