[h1][color=crimson][center]The Mighty Vlad Craznoh[/center][/color][/h1]

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[color=crimson]"Nothin' good, I'll tell ya that. One of those poor souls that got turned in the middle at the Witch's trial damn near took the thing out!"[/color] Vlad explained pointing intensely to his eye. [color=crimson]"I don't blame him though. That Witch's magic is strong stuff and I don't believe he had much say in his actions or any of those people for that matter."[/color] Vlad took a swig of the whiskey, recoiling slightly from the burn in his throat. 

[color=crimson][i]'Why do I always order this cursed stuff?'[/i][/color] Vlad thought to himself as he took another drink from his glass.

Vlad leaned forward slightly, resting his arms on the bar as he toyed with his drinking glass a little like a cat with a mouse. He was torn up inside about putting that man out of his misery even if it was the right thing to do. He wished more than anything to go back to his relatively more blissful life at home but he knew full well going back wasn't in the cards right now or any time soon. He gave a small sigh before finishing off his drink.

[color=crimson]"Another drink please."[/color]