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ManaThe daemon arrived in Baska after he spent most of the year at Oak. Things didnt go as he expected but nevertheless he achieved what he set out to do. Now after a long days or rather a long years of hard work he wanted some rest, so he was at the pub. He ordered beer, lots of it. He had the jewel to spare so he wanted to use it up on party and excitement, which meant getting drunk. He felt in a good mood, he might buy someone a drink if he is jovial enough.
He hummed a melody, an older fiorian song usually that certain people knew, an older drinking song. But he was with people who didnt know stuff from the older times like he knew. This pub was full of people who didnt know how to party like in the olden days. He should see the Guild Master, he knew how to relax properly.
He hummed a melody, an older fiorian song usually that certain people knew, an older drinking song. But he was with people who didnt know stuff from the older times like he knew. This pub was full of people who didnt know how to party like in the olden days. He should see the Guild Master, he knew how to relax properly.
