[center][color=00BFFF][h3][u][b]Magnus Arhakaine[/b][/u][/h3][/color]
[sub][color=00BFFF]Location:[/color] The Crossed Swords Tavern
[color=00BFFF]Interacting With:[/color] Tavern staff[/sub][/center][hr][hr]

	A tavern wench with all the good-cheer of a hatchet to the face approached the table, moving with so much ill-grace that you’d think she was only serving him because she’d lost a bet. Magnus wondered what the service here was like when Salarn wasn’t on the brink of destruction. [color=00BFFF][I]Somebodies going out of her way to do themselves outta a tip,[/I][/COLOR] he thought to himself, [color=00BFFF][i]Like Pa always said, niceness don’t cost nought.[/i][/COLOR]

	He looked up at the girl and forced a grin, trying to practice what he was preaching, before pacing his order.

	[color=00BFFF]“Afternoon ma’am. I’d like a mug of whatever you got cold, and a bowl of whatever’s hot, if it please ya.”[/COLOR] His grin cracked a fraction wider, showing off those strong, pearly whites that he’d gotten from his Ma. 

	Just before she left to put in his order he grabbed her arm lightly.

	[color=00BFFF]“Uhm, excuse me ma’am, but before you go there’s one more thing I just remembered to ask.”[/COLOR] He pulled her down gently, until her ear was at his mouth level, then whispered into her ear, eager that no one else heard what he said. [sub] [color=00BFFF]“That man in the corner? The one making a damn good effort at committing suicide by alcohol poisoning. Might that be the cemetery caretaker?”[/COLOR][/sub]