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[[url=https://roleplayerguild.com/rolls/22710]1[/url]] The surly barkeep nods at you with a curt grunt [color=fff200]"Aye lass, one cup o' cocoa come'n up!"[/color] the dwarf then hollers to the back where a pair of double doors presumably leads to the kitchen, during that time you glance about at the clientele however everything going on is too much to comprehend, the light and noise assault your senses. You now seem to have a pounding headache.

[Status Gained: Headache (Lasts for 2 GM posts)]