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Kainn Mandragoran Captain
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 Posted: Fri Jul 04, 2008 8:04 pm
The floor is hard-packed and sandy, the walls the same shade of tan, but the hominess of the Lounge exudes from the warm company on the numerous wooden tables, the colorful wall-mounted tapestries, and the soft persian rugs and giant lounging pillows in the corner. There is a bar with various refreshments - wines, water, ale, mead, beer, tea - all confiscated from Persian supply trains from the farthest reaches of their grubby hands.
Sit back, relax, strike up a conversation or look for a date. All's fair in love and war, and lovers and warriors all nead a break, so have at it!
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Posted: Thu Aug 07, 2008 10:49 am
*Kainn walked in, somber, lonely, and most of all - bored. Having returned from a rather fruitless attempt to sabotage a caravan. He had lost men.. and he hated losing men.* "Wine. 3 cups." he said simply to the man behind the bar. *He then walked to the corner and laid down with his drinks to observe those who lounged in the chairs throughout the room. The large pillow offered its own comfort, but there is nothing like the musty aroma and thick taste of Persian wine to distract from a failed mission.*
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Kainn Mandragoran Captain
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Posted: Wed Aug 13, 2008 10:37 am
*Rijnko sits in the corner exhausted from his travels. He sips his tea thinking over all that he has been through until he finally made it to The Conclave. He notices Kainn entering*"Well...I guess should get to know the people around here" He mutters to himself *He takes the last sip of his tea and makes his way to the table where he saw Kainn sit down* "Seems like dissatisfied attitudes are in high demand here." Sighs Rijnko "What's your story?"
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