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Post by Leona Redwyne on May 12, 2015 2:21:38 GMT -5
He strolled over out of curiosity. "What are those?"
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Post by The Forgotten God on May 12, 2015 8:06:49 GMT -5
"Strong drink. Love of Ancestors," the man said. "Tribesman dies, he gives his thumb to the bottle. Every time drink, remember those who are dead. Makes you close to those gone."
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Post by Leona Redwyne on May 12, 2015 10:38:38 GMT -5
He considered the bottle for a moment.
"Does the human flesh not corrupt the liquor?" He asked. "What liquor do you favour here?"
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Post by The Forgotten God on May 12, 2015 10:41:30 GMT -5
"Alcohol stops any disease, perfect safe." The man takes a shot from a bottle. "Tradition. Makes men stronger."
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Post by Leona Redwyne on May 12, 2015 11:01:54 GMT -5
"I see. I'll take a bottle to share with my prince and our companions then."
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Post by The Forgotten God on May 12, 2015 11:03:36 GMT -5
He gets a bottle. I'm sure it will taste wonderful.
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Post by Leona Redwyne on May 12, 2015 13:08:05 GMT -5
Ragnar bought a few minor purchases then went back to retrieve the wyverns from the seller.
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