George
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*The bar was bustling with chatter, as mostly tough-looking men inhabited the tables. But, albeit they were tough-looking, in this world, it is not that uncommon for weak-looking persons to turn out to be powerful, due to their magic abilities. But, there were few here, at the bar. The fact that it was near the coast (and therefore the docks), made it a very common place to see sailors and possibly pirates, although those were as rare as the chance of me ever getting a new actual friend (not to be confused with acquaintance) ;w;*

*Mostly unnoticed, a satyr went up to the counter, and placed a few coins on it. She ordered a strong alcoholic drink, better known as a Moscow Mule, consisting of vodka, spicy ginger beer and lime juice, garnished with a slice or wedge of lime. 9 parts vodka, 2 parts lime juice and 24 parts ginger beer. Yes, I wrote that down from Wikipedia, since I'm still underage, but I'm slowly getting there.*

*Anyhow, the satyr, right. She was dressed in scholar-esque apparels, and had white hair and glasses. Nothing too fancy, apart from the "Horn-rings", which were earrings, but for horns, and you don't pierce anything. Now then, back to reality. The satyr was drinking her cocktail, and yet, it didn't seem to affect her much... But, since she ordered a coffee after that, it did seem that one was enough for the satyr. Trying out new things, maybe?*

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Marie
*The shouts of several rowdy men echoed throughout the crowded tavern. One group in particular, the crew of a recently arrived ship, were singing a shanty over their drinks. Their rough voices sent a rousing melody through the tavern.*

*Their captain sat in a corner table, sipping some water while keeping an eye on his men. His face was one of mild annoyance. He wasn't one for drink, it turned men into fools and lead to just as much trouble. But he had to keep morale up so here he was, keeping them out of trouble.*

*One man started getting angr with another person, and Franklin was having none of it. The two men started shouting at each other and the man pulled out a belaying pin. With a shout, Franklin momentarily silenced the whole tavern.*

"Oldroyd! Put that belaying pin away or it'll be twenty at the gratings tomorrow." *With the expression of a puppy caught in mischief, the sailors put the pin down.*
Ann
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*Although flinching at first, at the cap'n's shout, once the satyr saw the expression of the sailor, she giggled, trying to suppress laughter. As a result, she also almost spat out the coffee she had taken a mouthful of. She looked like she could be laughed at as well, for the same, or at least, similar reasons.*

*But, she wasn't one to start a conversation. The satyr preferred to not talk much, mostly talking only if necessary. But of course, in this crowd, although she was the only female that wasn't working here, she still wouldn't be too visible in the crowd... But the book she was reading, seemed quite interesting. Its covers were pitch-black, and seemed to have a lot of wear on them, but still were completely dark!*

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