[center][h1][color=5ca6ce]Plasm[/color][/h1][/center]
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Plasm smiled inwardly as it tapped it's mug against Jørmund's before theu removed their mask and, after forming a mouth, threw the rest of the mead back before yelling [color=5ca6ce]"To friends! Old and new!"[/color] Instead of placing her mask back on, Plasm would grab Jørmund's arm and tugged, [color=5ca6ce]"Where's a bard? Let's go find one"[/color].