Racouol Posted June 24, 2008 Report Posted June 24, 2008 Racouol slowly opens the door and walks in. He gives his torn leather duster a few rough pats to knock off the dust that has accumulated during his travels. He looks to both his left and to his right glancing at the faces of all the pennites gathered around. He then silently walks to the bar and pulls a stool out of his pocket and sits down. He then pulls out a bowl and a jar of gruel. He fills up the bowl and grabs a rusty spoon and attempts to eat. The gruel decides it would rather not be lunch dodges the spoon, climbs out of the bowl and oozes its way across the bar. Racouol watches as his meal makes its getaway and just sighs. "well if I can not eat I could atleast get a drink. Just get me something strong, and keep it coming. OOC: Well besides not having anything to write about I really have no excuse for being idle for so long . Hopefully my muse will hit me with something soon, even if its just a frying pan.
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