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A rather sleepy-headed young Paladin enters the bar form the back stairs, yawning the last of his rest away. Having recharged his Draw Upon Holy Might and Lay On Hands abilities, Tancred the paladin is feeling chipper. Karnas sits at his side, merrily whistling in its' fine red scabbard.
Upon entering the bar, his expression becomes one of puzzlement. Any passing telepath would note several thoughts passing through the paladin's not-overly-endowed mental capacity - thoughts such as 'have they redecorated while I was asleep?', 'where's the crazy psychopat gone?' and 'yawn' cross his mind.
Throwing caution to the wind, Tancred rests at the bar, ordering a Communion Spritzer and a shot of WD40 for the sword.
It really is a brand new day.
Tancred
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