[color=yellow][b][i]Sir Montique[/i][/b][/color]

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	The small horde of intoxicated day drinkers stumble in through the door, giggling, yelling, and otherwise acting the drunkard. The group of about twelve was predominately human. Though it consisted of laborers, rich folk, and the impoverished alike. What the hearty crew of the tavern may not have been prepared for was the individual at the back of the group. Now illuminated and in plain view was a humanoid skeleton of average height, dressed in fine though weathered purple noble garb of yesteryear, trimmed with tarnished gold. A sword on hip and a gilded goblet in his hand he addressed the tavern without ever opening his jaw, "[color=yellow][i] HAIL! I AM THE GREAT SIR MONTIQUE! I AND MY COMPANIONS HAVE COME TO THY FAIR ESTABLISHMENT ON NOBLE QUEST![/i][/color]"

With his empty left hand he reaches down his own chest cavity though his garbs collar. The sound of metal shills colliding, glass smashing, and a hiss are heard before he pulls out a handful of shimmery golden coin, a ring with a large ruby still on a desiccated finger, and some kind of ancient glassy idol and then he drops them on the bar counter where the tallest worker he can find is standing behind. "[color=yellow][i]Now then... SERVE US ONE OF EVERYTHING AND KEEP IT COMING![/i][/color]"