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Originally posted by Melusine:
~Viconia stalks into the bar on her high heeled drow boots, clad in heavy armour and with a dangerous-looking mace slung across the back. Tossing her white hair over one shoulder, she deeply inhales the rank smell of ale and adventurers. "The stink of the collected rivvin....how I despise them..."
But she braces herself, shakes her head a couple of times and walks on to the tap, giving the bartender a wicked smile. "So, male, serve any....... human blood?"~
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Type 'A', 'O', 'AB', any negative or would you prefer anaemic?