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ManaQuintis was not one for parties. Even as a child, Quinn preferred to keep himself busy with books learning about the various herbal arts of his mother’s shop, rather than with other kids, drinking and partying their life away. With that being said, he wasn't entirely bland. Quinn did enjoy a nice bottle of wine once in a while. In fact, he often kept wine with him throughout his studies—fuel to keep him up late at night, although he usually found himself passed out at his desk, sleeping in a puddle of his own drool. Tonight, however, that would not be him, but he will cut loose just a little. The festivities of Samhain were in full swing.
The young magician made his way down the broken, uneven path to a tavern—the “Silly Pumpkin,” it was called. Opening the door, the young man made his way to the bar and requested to see a menu of their finest wines. As he did so, Quintis tuck a strand of his long bluish-black hair behind his ear and waited for the bartender to return with the menu.
The young magician made his way down the broken, uneven path to a tavern—the “Silly Pumpkin,” it was called. Opening the door, the young man made his way to the bar and requested to see a menu of their finest wines. As he did so, Quintis tuck a strand of his long bluish-black hair behind his ear and waited for the bartender to return with the menu.
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