**Malachite looks up from his stool, parting his lips in an expression somewhere between a grin and a scowl. Kael draws herself up and claps her paws together.** Dearie! That's all for you, then? **Aside, to the sable, she whispers something about a first customer and then uncorks their first cask, pouring out a mug of strong shrewbeer.** -- The Black Lilly Inn

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Subject: **Malachite looks up from his stool, parting his lips in an expression somewhere between a grin and a scowl. Kael draws herself up and claps her paws together.** Dearie! That's all for you, then? **Aside, to the sable, she whispers something about a first customer and then uncorks their first cask, pouring out a mug of strong shrewbeer.**

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The Keep
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Date Posted: 20:00:21 01/15/02 Tue
In reply to: Valerain 's message, "A drink?" on 19:53:37 01/15/02 Tue

>**She enters, a slight grin
>on her face. She slinks, walking with confidence but
>not much of direction, towards the bar. Valerain is a
>short shrew maiden, and although she has tried on many
>an occasions to make up for it by being a loud shrew
>maiden, she is stocky and low to the ground. Her
>violet shift is that of a travelers, but not in the
>impeccable condition one can see on so many well-to-do
>beasts who think living on a road-side is an
>adventure. For Valerain, it's life, and a damn hard
>one. Maybe that's why she bangs her fists harshly
>against the wooden bartop, calling in a grateing,
>high-pitched voice for beer.**
>
>I say! I say! Beer, I
>says!

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**Greedily she clasps the mug in two small, light paws and suckles at the dark liquid. Valerain drains it, and two more full mugs without a word, whiping her lips off on the sleeve of her shift. She slams a pawful of rusted coins down on the bartop.** More! (NT) Valerain 20:06:44 01/15/02 Tue