[h1][color=seagreen]Doctor Coltrane[/color] and [color=olive]Marcello Rhizae[/color][/h1]
November 18, 8:57 PM
West Commons, the Pale Horse 
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"Ah, nothing much," Coltrane said, sitting down at a chair at Thomas' table "I was patrolling the neighborhood when I decided to get something to eat. They've got excellent steaks at this place. Marcello, would you mind running up to the bar and fetching us a round of drinks?" 

"Yessir." The mushroom man plodded off through the crowd to the bar, where he attempted to flag down the bartender. He placed the three steins of beer on top of Marcello's head, and Marcello began to walk back to the table when a passerby knocked the beer off of his head. He cursed and ran back to the bartender. 

"Anyways," Coltrane said "So how's it feel, being a Class II? Pretty great, eh?"