(ooc: I take it as a compliment, Beaumanoir.
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Meanwhile, the giant scorpion enters the tavern, winding his way to the barkeep, holding the bronze dish in his pincers and with the sign and fiddle all neatly packed and resting on his back.
"Good evening, kind sir," says the scorpion in a squeaky voice. "Will these coins suffice for purchasing some of your tasty wares?"
[ 06-29-2002, 05:44 AM: Message edited by: K T Ong ]