<i>From the gloomy corner of the tavern, a small table marred by a few burnt-out candles, a figure shifted from their seat as they made their way out toward the Bar; A female troll, of ample and curvy proportion. Bearing a tribal-styled gown, sleeveless and bearing a generous view of her cleavage, with small trinkets and binds of bone that rattled with every step. Gradually, she stepped over to lean at the counter, sighing with a deep exhalation as if it had been a long night before.</i><br/><br/><span style="color: #bfbfbf">"Barkeep. I be needin' one of ya strong drinks. Didn't get a single bite for da fortune tellin' table".</span><i> She'd sag her shoulders, leaning a little more forwards over the bar counter.</i><span style="color: #bfbfbf">"...again".</span><div class="messageTextEndMarker"> </div>