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[OOM: A discussion is had.
No decision is reached.]
Felix is sighing as he comes into the bar. Then he begins noticing things - the general worry, the unusual cold, the glimpses of red out the window, the lack of people around the Bar itself - and his face hardens. There's something wrong here, and even if this isn't his world he's going to find out what and how to fix it.
It's about then that a slightly confused waitrat shows up and offers him a tray containing four crystal spheres, about the size of softballs. One yellow, one blue, one purple, and one red.
Felix stiffens in shock. Are those...? He gingerly takes the tray. "Could you get me some kind of mithril glove or something?" he asks the rat. As it scurries off, he carefully makes his way over to a table and sets the tray down. Then he falls into a chair, now both frustrated and bewildered.
No decision is reached.]
Felix is sighing as he comes into the bar. Then he begins noticing things - the general worry, the unusual cold, the glimpses of red out the window, the lack of people around the Bar itself - and his face hardens. There's something wrong here, and even if this isn't his world he's going to find out what and how to fix it.
It's about then that a slightly confused waitrat shows up and offers him a tray containing four crystal spheres, about the size of softballs. One yellow, one blue, one purple, and one red.
Felix stiffens in shock. Are those...? He gingerly takes the tray. "Could you get me some kind of mithril glove or something?" he asks the rat. As it scurries off, he carefully makes his way over to a table and sets the tray down. Then he falls into a chair, now both frustrated and bewildered.