At the moment, Skye was winning spectacularly at billiards against Lord Shields. Finally tiring of taking his money, Skye wandered around the tavern, bored. She noticed some new faces hanging around the bar, but she payed them no mind, and finally settled dejectedly in a corner, and ordered some ale. (Hey, sounds like the first post i ever made here, eh? Boy, Skye's changed a bit since then...) "Anyone have anything interesting? A quest, or something? How bout some entertainment... wait a sec, I'm a bard, that's my job... oh well." Skye slumped backward in her seat, and disapeared into the surrounding shadows.
OOC- ya know, belonging to this thread sorta makes you get used to the odd explosions and death and gore and living dead... boring... what's gonna happen now? ?_? <-- *questioning look*
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