The barkeep looks on in shock as you down your sickening concoction.WafflesandBacon said:"Awesome." I say to myself. I pour beer in my Irish Coffee and down it all.
He gives you a bottle of whiskey and a shot glass.Saltarius said:"What've you got for a man with a broken heart?"
"Quests? Son, did you get hit in the head?"MinimanZombie said:"God damn it. Alright, scratch that. Do you know anything about quests?"
"Hell no, gold is worth shit 'round these parts! Get the Hell out of my bar!"Paddy the Second said:I am flung through the window of the bar. I stretch my limbs and wake up. I look down at my blood covered fists. "Oh. That was almost fair." I look around me. "Barkeep! Eight of your finest bottles of everything. I presume you take pure gold as payment."
"I was bit by a giant poisonous spider, and I fell down a near bottomless pit. Fine no quest stuff, but do you know about Mall Fighters?"RaNDM G said:"Quests? Son, did you get hit in the head?"
He sweeps the cash away and pulls a twelve-gauge from under the bar. He fires both barrels at you, sending you flying back out the window.Paddy the Second said:"You bog inhabiting shit!" I throw a bundle of notes of various currencies onto the bar.
"Arachnea? Shit! That bloodsucker has been here for years! You must be a Fighter if you got out of a scrape with her alive."MinimanZombie said:"I was bit by a giant poisonous spider, and I fell down a near bottomless pit. Fine no quest stuff, but do you know about Mall Fighters?"
"Huh." I remember Salt.RaNDM G said:"Fighters. Heh, I know that two shells of buckshot won't keep 'em dead. Who you want to know about?"