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[thongedingly]

[Garbed in green camo pants, combat boots, a black tanktop, a green beret flopping over her pointed ears, hair in a ponytail, and an unbuttoned camo coat is Alleyne, sitting at the bar. She's surrounded by empty, tall beer mugs and a few shot glasses containing traces of vodka and mead. She's working on another beer, this one dark and foamy, her

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[stewardedingly]

...Lady? What ails you?

[Gallantry > drunkenness. He sits down with her, touching her shoulder cautiously]

Perhaps you might be better off to... put your drink down. Tell me what so aggrieves you, and if there is even the smallest thing I may do to help.