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Roger enters the bar, looking curiously larger, and extremely pleased with himself. He looks around, taking in the scene, acknowledges the return of the bar with a flicker of the eye, and continues scanning for anyone he knows. After a few moments, a small smile on his lips, he makes his way to the bar.
"A fine Pseudopolis ale, please," he says, in mellifluous tones, and settles back with his drink.
"A fine Pseudopolis ale, please," he says, in mellifluous tones, and settles back with his drink.