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[Color=tan]Time:[/color] Morning
[Color=tan]Location:[/color] Private Chambers of the Political Center, Roshmi City
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Pocket watch
Black stetson
Hunting knife
Rope
Black neckerchief
BFG 9000
Tinder box
Canteen
Matches
Two Gold nuggets
$40
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[I]A while ago[/i]

Slick had escaped one hairy situation only to literally land in another. He blinked a few times in silence as he had gone from standing in the middle of his outdoor camp to standing inside some fancy-looking room. The only thing Slick could think this place could be was the White House… but it was clear it wasn't, especially when the pointy eared folks approached him with some awfully odd smiles. It was damn near creepy.

”Welcome, human, to the land of Avalia!  My name is Roland Tyver and I greet you to our world with open arms dear sir!"

[Color=tan]"Avala-what?"[/color] Slick squinted at the man.

"Avalia…" He spoke slowly this time. "You have been summoned to a different dimension that your kind has not seen in many years. Our people, the light elves, humbly request your aid in saving our land from the worst of the worst... Dark elves. You will soon come to realize that you are in possession of abilities that you do not have in your realm. These abili-"

[Color=tan]"Whoa there! Stop for just… Just stop alright! Elves and dimensions… and realms! What in the hell… Wait. Is this? This is hell ain't it? Shiiit, I knew it. Hell ain't so bad looking though. No fire or brimstone here."[/color]

"This is not hell. This is…" The elf stopped when Slick raised a hand.

[Color=tan]"Avalia. Yeah. Alright well, just go on and tell me your tale so I can beat feet to the nearest saloon."[/color] He waved the elf off. Slick really didn't have enough evidence to determine where he really was si he'd have to take the word of tweedle-dee and tweedle-dumb. [Color=tan][i]Never heard of a place called Avalia… Hmm maybe a dream… Or it's really hell.I don't trust 'em.[/i][/color]


"As I was saying, you have abilities here that you wouldn't have wherever you come from. These abilities can be used to save many from those awful dark elves. We will offer training, food, and we will protect you from any harm. Then once everything is settled, we will send you back to where you came. How's that sound?" The elf looked back at another elf behind him who gave him smile and nod. Roland had stuck to the script quite splendidly it seemed. Across from them, Slick raised an eyebrow, and turned from the two as he placed a hand to his chin. He gave a few nods as if in deep contemplation before turning back around on his heel, a warm smile on his face.

[Color=tan]"It's a deal! Free food and protection and you can count me in for sure. Actually, food would be quite nice right now. I never made breakfast on account of your magic trick or whatnot. So, Mr. Row-Land, how bout you help me to some fixins."[/color] Slick winked with a tilt of his hat.

"Oh yes, of course! Myrn, remain with the human while I get something for him to eat." Myrn simply gave a nod before Roland made his exit.

[Color=tan][i]What a fine predicament I have here. One guard and a crafty sonofabitch.[/i][/color] Slick had waited about a minute before gasping.

[Color=tan]"Oh no… I forgot to tell the gentleman that I'm incredibly allergic to grains! Do you think you can try to warn the fella before he comes in here with somethin' that could kill me? Please, I can't even be in the same room as a [I]grain[/i]. Makes me puff up like a darn balloon. Might even kill me."[/color] Slick pleaded with both his hands clasped together and the saddest face he could. 

"Uh…" Myrn did not want to leave the human alone, but he also did not want to do harm to Slick and possibly have him lose faith in them. Family Biren would not be happy if they failed here. "Yes! I will go inform Roland. Just remain here for your safety. Please!" Myrn then hurried out, closing the door behind him.

[Color=tan]"That was almost too easy. This definitely ain't hell. The devil ain't that stupid. Alright now... Give it a few moooore. Five. Four. Three. Two. And one. Enough time. Time to go see Avalia, the land of pointy-eared fools."[/color]
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[I]Streets of Roshmi[/i]

[Color=tan][i]Flying boats? Cat people?! Dog people?! ELEPHANT PEOPLE?! What in Sam Hill?! This place is wild! WILD![/i][/color] All of the confused looks Slick received were returned with twice or even three times more confusion. Culture shock could not begin to describe what he felt. His eyes were the widest they'd ever been. It was all so surreal that he speed-walked through the odd alien city, almost fearful until his eyes caught a familiar-looking sanctuary. An establishment that served man the very drink Slick needed to cope with this crazy world. 

[Color=tan]"A saloon…"[/color] He whispered with an optimistic grin. The name of the saloon appeared to be The Nest on account of the sign at the front. There were more of them weird folk, but Slick kept his imaginary blinders up so he could calmly beeline to the counter. He was face to face with a [I]woman[/i]? He squinted at her ears and even noticed a poofy tail coming out from the small of her back. The face and the non-squirrel parts were nice, but he couldn't stop looking at the ears. [Color=tan]"Listen, I wanna start a tab. Gimme your strongest drink. I mean it. The strongest you got."[/color]