<div style="padding: 3px; background-color: #FFFFFF; border: 1px solid #d8d8d8; font-size: 1em;"><div style="text-transform: uppercase; border-bottom: 1px solid #CCCCCC; margin-bottom: 3px; font-size: 0.8em; font-weight: bold; display: block;"><span onclick="if (this.parentNode.parentNode.getElementsByTagName('div')[1].getElementsByTagName('div')[0].style.display != '') {  this.parentNode.parentNode.getElementsByTagName('div')[1].getElementsByTagName('div')[0].style.display = ''; this.innerHTML = '&lt;b&gt;Spoiler: &lt;/b&gt;&lt;a href=\'#\' onClick=\'return false;\'&gt;hide&lt;/a&gt;'; } else { this.parentNode.parentNode.getElementsByTagName('div')[1].getElementsByTagName('div')[0].style.display = 'none'; this.innerHTML = '&lt;b&gt;Spoiler: &lt;/b&gt;&lt;a href=\'#\' onClick=\'return false;\'&gt;show&lt;/a&gt;'; }"><b>Spoiler: </b><a href="#" onclick="return false;">show</a></span></div><div class="quotecontent"><div style="display: none;">Here we go! The restart, as it were! Once more, going to take me a few posts to get back into the spirit of the whole thing, but I'll get there soon enough! Just going to take a smidge to work off the proverbial cobwebs, as they are clinging to me like...something that clings! &lt;--- Obvious proof<br/><br/>Right! Let's get this rolling!<br/><br/><br/>PS - To those that have some story-arc stuffs in the works by me, I'll PM you more information as time goes by. Trying to get all things in order, and it is a slow process. It shall be done!</div></div></div><br/><br/><span style="font-weight: bold">&lt;&lt;&lt;Ureck&gt;&gt;&gt;</span><br/><br/>If silence truely was golden, then Ureck had money to spare. The soft pad of his paws along the baseboards - some of them rather creaky - are nearly totally silent. However, the ease with which he treaded seemed to be uncalled for - entering into the lower area of the Singing Donkey, he is able to clearly see that at least half of those who'd aided in the previous night's battle were already up and about. The only two missing were Lilium and Undol, and for all that was known, both might simply be heavy sleepers.<br/><br/>It does not take the friendly old barkeeper long to notice the newest arrival to the scene, and he offers a brief smile, patting a place at the bar beside Calia and Sherani "C'mon boy! Git y'self a bit'o'th dreg here! Do y'good! Plate'a'food, too!" Vincent tosses a plate down onto the bar for Ureck to help himself with - there was still a sizable portion of the food left. One, smaller, plate was set aside - undoubtfully for Mirana and Undol once they woke up. In a thick, old tankard he pours a solid dose of dreg and slaps it down on the bar right beside Ureck's plate, smiling through his bushy moustache "T'y'go. Et up!'<br/><br/><span style="font-weight: bold">&lt;&lt;&lt;Ureck, Sherani, Calia&gt;&gt;&gt;</span><br/><br/>With Ureck's plate set, Vincent waddles back into the back one final time, briefly checks the side door to make sure it is locked, then returns to his customary space behind the bar. No doubt, the events of the other night have him rather shaken up, though he is certainly putting on a brave face.<br/><br/><blockquote class="uncited"><div>"Ooh, fresh dreg! Your the man, Vinny!"</div></blockquote><br/><br/>Sherani's compliment causes another brief smile to cross the aged bartender's face, and he nods his head towards her "Aye. Good stuff'tis. Last of m'batch, s'drink up!" As if nothing had happened, he takes out his old, red rag and begins to wipe down the bar right in front of the trio, just like he'd always done. It is simply lacking the vigor it once had.<br/><br/>Obviously listening in on the conversation between Sherani and Calia, Vicent nods his head, his grizzled old brow furrowing "Both'o'yer were wunnerful' t'other night. Wish I were a bit yunner' I'dda stepped in'n'..." His voice trails off, his gaze drifting up to Ureck "An' m'boy here wi' his blade...slicin'n'...I just.." His voice cracks softly. Briefly pausing to take a deep breath, he continues "Iffen t'lot'o you'd not been here...I...an' poor Mirana...We'd...end up like..." He never gets the word out, though it is pretty obvious who he was talking about - the cook who'd not made it through the night.<br/><br/>Finally, the aged old man breaks, his voice tear-filled, but not a single one rolls down his cheeks "Y...y'sm good kids, huh? Y'take care out there, hrm? Ahh.." Picking up his rag and gently patting his eyes, he bustles back into the kitchen, Likely just to save face in case he does allow a tear to slip "More food!" He exclaims, trying to hide his grief.<br/><br/><span style="font-weight: bold">Sherani</span><br/><br/>Great dream. XD -<span style="color: #00FF00">40 exp</span><br/><br/><span style="color: #0000FF">18,400</span>+<span style="color: #0000FF">40</span>=<span style="color: #00FF00">18,440</span>