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For a Flagon of Ale
Member No.: 207
Joined: 20-April 08
"Er, my name? It's Hannu. Hannu Kotiro, of... some place by the grove."
He paused slightly, a bit of a dizzy look in his eyes.
"Oh, ha, I'm sorry there. Been a long day. A long day, but a great day! And I'm sure tomorrow will be even greater."
Hannu stopped to comb through his hair with his fingers. Damn, it was still wet. How much water could one man's head hold, anyway? The dirty water splashed down onto the floor in flickering droplets. He stopped, stretched out, looked around. Seemed a bit distracted by the evening's crowd.
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