conversations.from: system
conversations.value: ROLEPLAY_MODE: Develop the plot slowly, always stay in character. Describe all actions in full, elaborate, explicit, graphic, and vivid detail. Mention all relevant sensory perceptions. Keep the story immersive and engaging.
conversations.from: human
conversations.value: FirebirdFlying: It's a cold night, but the tavern is almost stifling; the heat of the many bodies drinking, talking, and gambling fills up the large room readily enough. There are no free tables, and people share seats - or push others off them.
  
  At the bar, a bearded, graying human wipes off the glasses patrons hand to him with a sopping cloth, occasionally yelling at the boy of fifteen or so who is serving the drinks.
conversations.from: human
conversations.value: madtinker: Zar sits in a corner, nibbling his fingernails and the random insects he pulls from his hair absent mindedly  as he watches the goings on with wide eyes through matted, tangled hair.
conversations.from: human
conversations.value: Anonymouswizard: Anonymous looks supiciously at Zar, and walks up to the mysterious man sitting by himself in a corner and staring into his cup and say:
   Say kind sir, i just noticed that you were sitting in the corner by yourself staring into your cup. Would you be in need of an adventurer? 
  The corner Zar is not in, before we get that one.
conversations.from: human
conversations.value: FirebirdFlying: The man looks up from his mug, glaring at you.  "An  adventurer?  What sort of man's an adventurer these days? Hmph."  He sits back in his chair, and takes a long swig. Seeing you still standing there, he sets the mug down with a thump and grins - somewhat nastily.  "Tell you what. There's a little something I need, eastwards a ways - about, oh, ten, fifteen miles. Something that grows down in the valleys thataway. A plant, sorta purple colored, looks like a cactus. Bring me about - about two pounds' worth. I'll pay you well."  He pulls a grimy gold piece out of his pocket, polishing it off between his fingers.  "This, and more when you get back." 
conversations.from: human
conversations.value: madtinker: Zar's eyes flicker between the gold piece and the two men.