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Looking from the barkeep to the modestly sized tankard, the dragonborn fell silent for a moment before sighing through his nostrils and fishing eight pieces of silver from the coin pouch at his side [color=808080]"Hmph, fine."[/color] Zagren grumbling relented to the offer, not wishing to look a complete fool [color=808080]"It is saa-tasfac-tory."[/color] he spelled out the word with struggle taking the tankard, turning back to his snowy furred drinking companion [color=808080]"You said you..."[/color] the warrior had to think a moment setting the veritable pitcher of ale down [color=808080]"Need to do some-thing?"[/color]