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Eh? What the heck? Where the bar go? What? Ok, I know Ornela couldn’t do this. She’s not capable of this sort of magic. Though gods know she probably would do this if she could. One moment I’m getting Busk drunker than a skunk and laughing at him hitting on the bar lady, and Ornela’s glaring at me something fierce and then, while she was advancin’ on me, I bump into this cute little pip of girl, and knocking into a table, throwing up pepper and then the sweet thing sneezes all over me and then. BAMF I’m here.
Where is here anyhow? I’m Roget, in case any of you care.
Where is here anyhow? I’m Roget, in case any of you care.