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Post by Little John/Sam Richter on Aug 10, 2014 16:52:29 GMT -7
Little John walked into the Tavern, he had been robbing the rich and given the riches to the poor folk. He had finally decided to grab a drink, taking a seat at the bar he ordered a beer. His ocean blue eyes focused on the beer as he took a swig, he hummed a tune as he thought of his next endevour.
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Post by Headless Horseman/John Stall on Aug 13, 2014 18:28:35 GMT -7
Eric entered the tavern this place was one of the few he could go where it was not as likely to turn into everyone wanting his head for a price or more the price that was set for it of course he was worth more if anyone could bring him in alive yet it had not happened yet. He walked with the presents of one use to hard times, work & death one that was always on edge for what could happen in a moments notice. He moved to a table ordering a beer to start & likely would likely get food later on, once he had time to tike more & allow his body to cool down some.
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