Two Cordial Please, Please!
*Zivver waits impatiently at a table, wishing Opaxia would install bars on the ceiling for him to hang from. His black wings are awquardly tuked in*
Hello, hello? Does this place serve bat delicacies, delicacies? *A large mouse waddles up to him, and whispers something in his ear. The bat seems disapointed, and his ears droop slightly* No? Too bad then. I'll just have two cordial, cordial, one for myself, and one for anybeast who wishes to join me, to join me.
Really?
And I prefer a light moss beer, but they don't serve it, serve it. So Cordial it is. How have you been, you been? Seen any giant foxes, giant foxes, lately?
I do love a good cordial...
Ah, I've been fine. A slight cold,a war wound, the usual. I havn't seen many giant foxes, though I did slay that small, weak one...And yourself? I know you got some action from that vampire bat.
Nat bad, are they?
Well... It wasn't a very big bat, big bat, but it did get me a nice weapon, weapon! Makes you feel better to get rid of those who give bats a bad name, a bad name, though.
Redtooth the rat
A red rat is seated at the far end of the tavern. He is slurping a towroot beer. A sheathed cutlass hangs at his
sides. His hand is always near the cutlass, grasping in and out of a fist. He is apparently waiting for someone..
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