[h1][color=royalblue]Baldwin[/color][/h1]
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[indent][b][i]November 18, 8:45 PM
West Commons, The Pale Horse[/i][/b][/indent]
Baldwin's eyes seemed to widen as the greyish-pink meat was lain before him. Saliva rose into his mouth as the scent of it hit him. Like a goblin eying gold, his stare was fixed on it as he bypassed the provided utensils and flexed the fingers on his right hand. Then they bent backwards, snapping with a series of sickening cracks as they became bony and slender. Claws made for tearing dug into the meat and brought a rather large chunk to his lips. Young, fit, healthy. You could always confirm the stock by the taste and texture.

Baldwin's head swiveled back to his caterer, he downed the shot without so much as a grimace before returning to the meal. [color=royalblue]"You and your fellows truly are a wonder, Morgan. A fine quality cut and a finer quality drink, with some kick from both to match. You all have my gratitude, once again."[/color] Baldwin's lips curled into a smile, his now-triangular teeth gleaming in the light as he spoke. 

He watched Morgan as he spoke. That name. Lord of the Mountain. Even the name was a relic from ages past, to match Baldwin himself. He sighed as he ate, picking away at the meal with his talons like vultures at carrion. He managed to muster up a chuckle as he downed another shot of burning liquid. At least it was a good burn. [color=royalblue]"Mhmm. All rumors have their origins in fact. At some point."[/color] He furrowed his brow as he tore a chunk away from the meat with his teeth. Another killer smile. [color=royalblue]"But please, don't start with the honorifics and pleasantries, however archaic. I'd rather relaxed conversation and good companionship than 'milord's and fearful respect."[/color]

Another shot. He was really putting it away tonight.

[color=royalblue]"I received more than enough of that years ago."[/color]
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