Gorbadic finishes off his last drink of water and feel not just refreshed but no longer drunk. Gorbadic, such a fool to get drunk. Gorbadic slowly walks over to table near the door way wand sits at the table. He taps his fingers on the table in the toon of some Elvish music he heard three years ago. He still thinks of the toon since it was the toon he heard right before his uncle, who had raised him as a baby and tought him to farm, died.
Gorbadic stops tapping his fingers on the table and sighs loudly trying to figure out what to do. Gorbadic stands up and walks back up to the bar counter and asks if they have any s. The bartender nods without saying a single word and dissapears. When the bartender returns he is holding a small bowl filled with fried s. "Thank you." Gorbadic says this with a voice that the bartender knows is truly thankful.
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