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Posted: Sat Apr 21, 2012 2:57 pm
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Posted: Tue May 01, 2012 10:12 am
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Damon Azarias The tavern was quiet and empty. Behind the bar was an older man with a balding head and a long gray beard.This was Rex. His deepset hazel-colored eyes put Damon at ease, as he felt that he could trust the man at the bar. As Damon approached the bar, Rex greeted him with a smile. "I don't think I've seen y'e 'round these parts a'fer, sonny," he said with a thick Scottish accent. Damon returned the greeting, and explained that the ship that he was on had been ambushed by pirates, leaving him shipwrecked. It was then that Rex noticed the disheveled appearance of Damon, his wet and tattered clothing. "Y'e must be hungry, lad," Rex implied. "Yes..." Damon muttered. "what do y'e recommend?"Rex told him that he had just baked a batch of warm cimmimon buns, and gave Damon a few on a plate. Damon ate them heartily, as he was starving.
((PM me if you would like me to edit the appearance of Rex. No description was stated, so I went ahead and set it up.))
((Next post at the Sweel Sleep Inn.))
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