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Thanks. What's in a Shnozzlefoam?
*Lake fills a pitcher with Shnozzlefoam and mixes a Kir Royal, placing the drinks in front of the guests*
Enjoy.
Thank you. *Sip drink.* This is good :)
It's one of our premium ales. Comes from Aglore, a nation which, sadly to say, no longer exists.
As I said, it's a popular drink around here so I get a lot of practice making them.
Glad you like it.
*Wipes foam from his lip*
Love, loss, hops; all the good stuff.
Good to know. *Finishes drink.* I'll try one of those.
I love this bar.
“Sweat, scalded meat, puke, blood, smoke and a dozen kinds of bad ale and wine: the bouquet of civilized nightlife”
- ― Scott Lynch, Red Seas Under Red Skies
Here-
The Commander pours out a pint from his pitcher and slides it down the bar
Congratz on the feature! *raises glass*
Thanks. *Takes a sip.* This is pretty good. Cheers.
Thank you :)
The selling of bad beer is a crime against Christian love.
- -- 13th Century Law, City of Ausburg, Bavaria, Germany
*last time I was here I threw up like a sick old cat*
*Finishes Shnozzlefoam.* I need to run, but be sure to send a bill to my nation when everyone is done drinking tonight. :)
Well, Im on, to say the least
Wanna rp?
If so, I believe Haxon asked Myrios how he knew so much about y'all inside the Nexus (the plane of existence of which they are currently at) while Haxon had Shadow.
Haxon held Shadow close, shifting his weight as he stood his ground
Myrios looked towards Haxon, "As I said, you shan't know the reasons I know so much about you. It could bring chaos." Myrios looked down, "There's a reason I took Shadow, indeed there is."
ALMOST AT 1,000 YASS
Haxon sighed, fed up
"Look. Whether your intentions are for good or for worse, I can't allow this to continue any longer. I refuse to let you use her like a tool of your own."
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