[OPEN ROLEPLAY] The Spinning Skull Inn & Tavern

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At which point a pattering of the tavern{s naked mole rat scurrying off from the vandalized hearth is heard

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Also, 35 crumpets for a stew is better than it is over there at that other joint by Funeyeet Square, so let me know when the lunch special is on because I'm sick of always having to tell those wayward ones what time it is. Their barkeep, Walt, is thief! Otherwise, I"m off for now.

[Cramulus]

THESE TUNES ARE LIT, FAM

And a hey, and a ho, and a diddle-doddle day!!

[P3nT4gR4m]

I look around for something to party with. Barstools, tables, coat rack, the scimitar hanging behind the bar. All of these could serve the function of improvised implement of festivity, quite adequately. *Sits down and starts singing about belonging to Gleskae*