[center][h1][color=DB7093]S[/color] [i]e l c i[/i]   [color=DB7093]D[/color] [i]a z z l e c r a f t[/i][/h1][/center][hr][right][color=white][b]The Hearty Wench[/b][/color]
[color=gray]Tavern Table[/color][/right][hr]
[indent][color=DB7093]“I’m as ready as a half-starved dwarf in an empty tavern!”[/color]

The excitement in Selci’s voice was unrelenting, almost like she was that exact dwarf in that exact tavern. She wasn’t drooling at the mouth, but there was a visible shine in her wide, almost innocent smile. Goblins, Trolls, Orcs, Barbarians, a Lich King -- she was ready for whatever was ahead. Adventure was right around the corner, after all. She cheered with Jip and Vhik (despite Vhik’s initial confusion at the quest) and snorted in amusement as Keeb had thrown himself to the floor. Though once she realized that Keeb wasn’t getting back up her smile dropped momentarily.

[color=DB7093]“Keeb? You okay?”[/color] She blinked. [color=DB7093]“Oh no. I think he’s fallen asleep.”[/color] A slight pause. [color=DB7093]“Wait. I have an idea.”[/color]

For a second she contemplated what to do to wake him up, before the simplest solution came to mind as she grabbed one of the ale-filled mug's on the table and subsequently dumped it on the old man's head. If the cold slosh of alcohol didn't work, well, she probably had a spell that would work. Probably.
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