::::Rushes in the door while mists swirl around her. Pulls her cloak tighter and pushes the door closed with great effort. Her legs buckle, weakly, and she manages to get to the bar and LoA::::
Good eve, Lord of Alchohol.. an ale please.
::::Thankfully takes the ale and forces her legs to the couch and sinks into it wearily.... thanking the gods that R/L is gone for a while:::::
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Defender for the Light -
Goodness knows there is a lot of Dark out there!! - Where are my matches?!?
Wandering Joke of the Laughing Hyenas
Aquisition master of the Finest of Humours - and the Killer Joke
Muse and Eternal Love of KDogRex