~A vertical slash of light appears within the bar, and then moves downward, slicing a chair perfectly in half. Through the portal one can see a city of gleaming white towers, shining in the sunlight. In but a moment, Moiraine Sedai steps through, smooths her dress, and looks at the broken chair on the floor.
"The wheel weaves as the wheel wills..." she mutters under her breath.
Slowly she walks over to a a table in the corner of the room, and, setting her staff down, sniffs as she pulls out a chair.~
One spider cider, please Bungleau. Oh, and I agree with the idea of making you the temporary manager of the bar.
Hmm... Jokes...
A guy walks into a bar. Ouch.
That's as much as my brain is willing to work right now... It feels like it gonna explode... [img]graemlins/microwave.gif[/img]
Moiraine Sedai