DarthHERA
Apr 11th, 2003, 02:45:59 PM
Continued from Here (http://216.73.105.30/forum/showthread.php?s=&threadid=28399)
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The atmosphere at Poseidon's Gate - the front Bar for SFF's business contacts - was quieter than usual. The band still played over in the corner, the tables were still occupied by the standard assembly of cuthroats, theives and maurauders playing cards, drinking ale. But there was an intense ripple of expectancy running through the establishment. Like a calm before a storm.
Hera was leaning against the bar, her luminescent blue eyes looking into the bottom of her glass.
So far, Dalamar had not found his way here. Perhaps he never would.
Hera lifted a finger to the bartender to gesture another shot, and he obediently complied.
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The atmosphere at Poseidon's Gate - the front Bar for SFF's business contacts - was quieter than usual. The band still played over in the corner, the tables were still occupied by the standard assembly of cuthroats, theives and maurauders playing cards, drinking ale. But there was an intense ripple of expectancy running through the establishment. Like a calm before a storm.
Hera was leaning against the bar, her luminescent blue eyes looking into the bottom of her glass.
So far, Dalamar had not found his way here. Perhaps he never would.
Hera lifted a finger to the bartender to gesture another shot, and he obediently complied.