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Re: Refuge for Rookies
Gothand silver flops onto the bed in her room and sighs. She took off the cape and walked out of her room, locking it and putting the key into her boot.
Heading towards the bar she heard a few dull thuds and decided that this wasn't necesarilly the sort of place where people would be looking for her and so she walked in, avoiding the flying objects around her and nodded to the bar.
"Can I have a tall glass of whatevers hard enough to knock out a hairy old man."
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