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Hours passed with the muddy trekking through the swampy bog, accompanied by the oddly settling smell of murk, until the group trudged onto solid ground. The old man of the group released a heavy sigh of relief as he shook off his boots, freeing them from a majority of the clumpy mud and grass, and he continued with the small squad of adventurers through the marshlands. Ursaren took everything into consideration while he was wandering with this group, from the damp fog to the ravens overhead. Ursaren loved this sense of adventure that he was so long without, and was very jolly to him being able to experience it again. Not before long though, the group would be confronted by a band of wood elves.

"Hello!" the priest exclaimed when he met the squad of elves. He always admired the elven races for their dedication and wisdom when it came to the physical plane and the magical plane, and these elves were no different. Verya even looked like a distant relative of one of Ursaren's old pals, but she was long since dead so she couldn't have possibly been related to her. The elder was going to continue talking but then he noticed that the rather shady fellow - Settionne - was attempting to flirt with the head of the elves. Blasphemous was the first word that came to Ursaren's mind, because if this was the case that she was related to the old companion of Ursaren, this hooligan should not court this fine woman. If the time came where she was becoming annoyed at Settionne's actions, Ursaren would intervene. Verya then spoke up about there being troubling news, which, yet again, excited the priest. "What sort of troubling news is it my comrade?" Comrade was an amazing word, and Ursaren loved it.

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~Intermission~


The swordsman was put-off by the atmosphere of the place. All he wanted to do was get alcohol that he desired, and not any of this special stuff. The blue alcohol was attractive, even hypnotic, but with the look that everyone in the bar had at that time, it did not give a good vibe to the skeleton. "I thank you for the offer, but I'm alright for the time being..." Bonesword had a bottle of scotch and a kamikaze, and he was quite happy with that. He couldn't even properly get intoxicated off the stuff because he had no liver or stomach to even process it, and if anything it just wet his pants when he drank anything. One might ask why the skeleton possesses a trait of alcoholism but cannot get drunk off it, and they would be answered with how the swordsman did not want to be rude.

"... nice pun by the way. I can respect a sense of humor." Bonesword actually questioned if all succubi had a fondness for wordplay, because so far he's met two succubi that both said some good puns. It was then when he noticed that there was the small door on the side of the bar, taking whatever unlucky patron to god-knows where. It enticed the swordsman to know what exactly was down there, but there was the sense of something bad underlying everything. How could he figure out without personally experiencing it? Immediately the wordplay came back to mind, and the skeleton chuckled as he put his kamikaze down to speak. "I'll buy a bottle of the house special if you can tell me where *that* door would whisk-me off to." Heh heh! Whiskey, whisk me! The skeleton loved that joke.
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