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Ambrose owed his widowed friend everything and more for all she was doing for him and the guild. Maude was there since the beginning and she would be there in the end, he knew that much was true. Taking her first offered shot, Ambrose gulped it down withtout hesitation and with a great grin. [color=EEE8AA]"Yah know, yah're always welcome back on deck, could use a new cook."[/color] He gave a smug wink and swiped the bottle from his friend as he stood from his seat, eyeing the crowd within the Smiling Parrot. The faces and voices were melting together as the members of his guild, his family, cheered and sang throughout the tavern. [color=EEE8AA]"Yah all better not be givin' Maude here a rough time."[/color] He gave a glance towards Laz and nodded in his direction, still with a smirk. [color=EEE8AA]"If yah can come up with tha gold we can have all the beer in the world, Laz!"[/color]

The captain was soon greeted by another mage, Reynolf, with a question about their freedom to roam. The point of the trip was to open their doors to new members and to enjoy the festival, but wherever the Cloud Chasers were trouble always followed. [color=EEE8AA]"As long as yah all keep an eye out for one 'nother, that's all I can ask."[/color] As the more season mage looked at ease with Ambrose's words, out from what it seemed like nowhere struck Indra and her lightning fast charm. It echoed through the tavern even more as her voice pierced through the crowd. [color=EEE8AA]"Here we go,"[/color] the guild master laughed as he noticed the party starting to intensify as more and more drinks began getting brought out. [color=EEE8AA]"Maude, take it down a notch! These youngsters are gonna take the town out before the festival even happens!"[/color]

[hr][center][h1][color=9966CC][i]BRESSIE MOPP[/i][/color][/h1][/center]
Bresslin Mopp, the strange, rabbit loving man he was found himself outside of the Smiling Parrot, sniffing out something delicately sweet within the air. The aroma was entrancing and it made Bressie go crazy, like catnip for a cat. The sugary scent was coming from somewhere around the corner of the tavern and he was going to find it. [color=9966CC]"It's gotta be something fruity, I just know it."[/color] Bressie muttered to himself, slightly drooling. He knew the source wasn't coming from the Smiling Parrot's kitchen as he already checked before venturing out, and he knew full well nothing that smelled that good was going to be that easy to find.

Imagining the delightful taste of sweets and sugar, Bressie tip-toed away, almost prancing towards the pleasant smell.