>>17905322http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=as27RIHahXMThe tavern really doesn't try to hide the fact that it's a dirty shit hole that's running rampant with drunkards by the hundreds. In fact, the only person who even seems like he has an idea of what's going on around him is the bartender behind the counter, a Sceptile.
Since ninety-five percent of his customers are regulars, he gives you a rather suspicious look as you and the nervous wreck witch enter the bar.
A strand of her hair shoots up, followed by all the hairs on the back of her neck.
>'J-JESUS C-CHRIST EVERYONE IN HERE...everyone here l-looks so strong! I-I won't make it, my hubby and I-I will GET BEATEN TO A PULP....o-or worse...beaten to a pulpit! G-GAAAH I HATE RELIGION SO MUCH!'She's spazzing out in her mind so much that she completely loses track of the mission, and as such doesn't realize you're face to face with a cloaked individual.
"Hey, do you consider yourself a fruity person?"
"So, you're here for the Wallflower, aren't you?" the Cherrim's voice is deep and manly, like that of a man who sticks to no business other than his own, and tells no tales of said business.
A) "So you DO know what it is!"
B) "Wait, how'd you know that? A-Are you psychic!?"
C) "Yeah, my--uh--'wife' here needs it for her witchery."
