[h1][b][i][color=red][center]Blackwall[/center][/color][/i][/b][/h1]
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Taking a deep drag on his cigar before letting loose a tremendous cloud of smoke (his lungs, much like the rest of his body, were tremendous in size), Blackwall rose to his feet and swaggered between tables to stand before the guardsman.

[color=red][B]"You folks got your shit back together, I see."[/B][/color] He said in his deep tones. [color=red][B]"Let me know if the one responsible for the mix-up needs a bit of corporal punishment."[/B][/color]

With a lazy flourish, Blackwall produced his summons and offered it to the guardsman. If someone wanted to steal it off him, he wouldn't have minded all that much - especially since they were offering free alcohol to get at it.

[color=red][B]"Name's Blackwall. Who am I drinking with today?"[/B][/color] He added, holding up and shaking his flask at the barman as he looked over the guards - idly wondering which one he could take down first.