[It was the word 'licorice' that had brought Randel into the strange little bar, ducking through the entry and towering over everyone's heads as he looked around for where the samples might be. He had thought that a bar was a strange place to have such a test-- but, honestly, he's been to stranger locales and tried stranger things.
At the very least, he might meet a nice person. Or...so he thought.
Upon explaining what he understood of the flyer to the barkeep, he was greeted with...many, many pints of beer.
Randel eyed them with surprise. He knew it would take a lot more than that to get him drunk, but was there something that he misread?]
Uhm...
[He dipped down, examining the many glasses from all angles (and underneath the bar-- especially under the bar) before looking askance at the barkeep.]
But...licorice?
C -- Thinking out loud
I wonder where all the cats are at?
[It was an idle thought that Randel had no idea he had transmitted, fiddling with his amulet like he was while he passed through the outskirts of town with a bag of food tucked under his arms. A kind person had insisted on giving it to him after a simple act of helping someone carry their groceries that he hadn't expected repayment for... with their excuse being that he was so much taller than they were. It was impossible to just refuse the gift, because he didn't want to see disappointment in that person's eyes after the pleasant walk and conversation they had shared together
But he knew he wouldn't use a portion of the gift himself, so he wanted to put it to good use. And, there were always populations of feral cats and dogs where ever people lived....
Right?
He glanced down at the bag pensively, wondering how he was going to use all of this if he didn't find any cats.]
Randel Oland | Pumpkin Scissors
[It was the word 'licorice' that had brought Randel into the strange little bar, ducking through the entry and towering over everyone's heads as he looked around for where the samples might be. He had thought that a bar was a strange place to have such a test-- but, honestly, he's been to stranger locales and tried stranger things.
At the very least, he might meet a nice person. Or...so he thought.
Upon explaining what he understood of the flyer to the barkeep, he was greeted with...many, many pints of beer.
Randel eyed them with surprise. He knew it would take a lot more than that to get him drunk, but was there something that he misread?]
Uhm...
[He dipped down, examining the many glasses from all angles (and underneath the bar-- especially under the bar) before looking askance at the barkeep.]
But...licorice?
C -- Thinking out loud
I wonder where all the cats are at?
[It was an idle thought that Randel had no idea he had transmitted, fiddling with his amulet like he was while he passed through the outskirts of town with a bag of food tucked under his arms. A kind person had insisted on giving it to him after a simple act of helping someone carry their groceries that he hadn't expected repayment for... with their excuse being that he was so much taller than they were. It was impossible to just refuse the gift, because he didn't want to see disappointment in that person's eyes after the pleasant walk and conversation they had shared together
But he knew he wouldn't use a portion of the gift himself, so he wanted to put it to good use. And, there were always populations of feral cats and dogs where ever people lived....
Right?
He glanced down at the bag pensively, wondering how he was going to use all of this if he didn't find any cats.]
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