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Post by Lord Wulfgar on Sept 28, 2007 15:28:29 GMT -5
Leon scratches some dead flesh from his cheek and looks up from the floor of the bar. "Well, we can't all be so naturally gifted as you and Drizzt, you know, Wulfgar. It'd be nice if I were Thibbledorf Pwent, but I'm not, so I'll settle for talking sex-crazed zed." Leon groans and rolls onto his back, looking around the tavern. "Service? Service? Can I get a scotch on the rocks with brains for rocks?" ((Some one who actually knows where my name comes from. That's great. Forget Pwent, you're crazier then any Harpell leon. ;D)) ((Well that's all the OOC chatter from me, I'll leave you guys to your thread.))
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