[color=2E8B57][b][u]Amulak al Acturus (Stanislaw)[/u][/b][/color]
HP: 2370/2370 MP: 5650/5650 SP: 460/460
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Kicking back with a beer and bread was Stanislaw's idea of a great time, and Amulak enjoyed himself as he just sat back and hung out with the rest of the group. Minus Leif, who, last time he checked, was quite literally pissing outside. Motherfucker. Wouldn't be checking on the connection through Weishaupt anytime soon unless Leif actually had something to say. At this point, Amulak was half afraid he'd peek in on Leif jacking it. 

Of course, their good time had to be interrupted. Only in this case, it was by some random players who thought this was a legitimate inn. Damn. Of course, this could all just be a setup. The thought had crossed Amulak's mind, just before Raime's message. But if that had been the case, why even bother walking in all friendly-like? Most gankers would just charge inside, weapons drawn. 

That, and Ames couldn't exactly afford to outright murder the first prospective customers the Sweet Maid ever had. As a MMO with an actual sense of community, word would get around sooner or later about an inn run by a paranoid murderhobo, and then the venture would die before it ever began. The group couldn't afford to strike first, and Amulak responded quickly in party chat before casually waving from his seat. 

[color=2E8B57][i]"No point in leaving now. We provide security, in case Raime is right. If random guys attack, we need footage that we did not fire first shot, yes?"[/i][/color] Amulak replied in whispers back to Ames's message before he spoke out loud.

[color=2E8B57][b]"Welcome, pull in! There is bread in oven and beer on tap. For cheap price, of course!"[/b][/color]