[b][i][u][center][h2][color=7ea7d8]Jeofrey[/color][/h2][/center][/u][/i][/b] 

	Jeofrey landed with a thud, the dragon's head falling severed beside him. [color=f49ac2]"Oh, Jeofrey, my love!"[/color] Swooned the Gnome Princess. [color=f49ac2]"You're so amazingly strong and handsome and talented! Won't you marry me and be my king of music?"[/color] Jeofrey bowed his head, for he could not. [color=7ea7d8]"I can not. My people need my. [i]Our[/i] people need me."[/color] And with that, Jeofrey rose up, up, rising faster and faster, until...!

	Jeofrey shot up in bed. Stretching, he peered out the window. He gazed at the stars, attempting to tell the time. The time was about eight strokes past midday by a gnomish clock. In common terms however, it was night time. [color=7ea7d8]"I wonder when the other races are going to catch up."[/color] He mused through a yawn. He hops out of bed and dresses, being sure to grab his hat. [color=7ea7d8]"Let's just make sure everything's ticking in time, here."[/color] With that, he picks up his glass armonica and affixes it to his person. Gently, he produces a water pouch and pours it over the instrument's glass bowls. 

	Jeofrey turned the crank handle, the bowls spinning slowly, then not as slowly. He put a finger to one of the bowls, producing a mysterious and mystical hum. He touched other parts, making other sounds, and testing the instrument. Every once in a while he'd add a little more water. After about a half hour, he was finally ready to head downstairs. He opened the door to leave his room, only to have Kric, the imp waiter, dash past him shouting [color=9e0b0f]"I-I'm here! Hold on!"[/color] Had he been half naked? [color=7ea7d8]"Aaanywaay..."[/color] Jeofrey muttered as he walked down the stairs. Angle was behind the bar, while Artemisa greeted a guest. [color=7ea7d8]"Good evening, Ms. Vailor. You look radiant as always."[/color] He called to Angle as he descended.

	Reaching the bottom of the stairs, Jeofrey turned to Artemisa. [color=7ea7d8]"And a good evening to you as well, Ms. Killigrew. Your grace is matched only by your head for business."[/color] He said, attempting to flatter her. He was about to go on when he caught a scent of the customer's pipe. [color=7ea7d8]"Excuse me, I hope you don't mind, but might I ask what it is you're smoking?"[/color]




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