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*the changeling sips the wozy pengus drink*

Hmmm I can taste a trace amount of some kind of toxin....

*takes another sip and winces*

It is clearly manufactured and is not organic....

*takes another taste*

But whatever it is i can guess it is used for aquisition of subjects, because it tastes similar to compounds used in knockout drugs....

*the changeling yawns*

And allot of it too because it makes me a changeling a tad bit tired...

*the changeling drinks from some untainted coffee*

In comparison 1 changeling has enough toxin immunity to be compared to a elephant, And i am the queen of all changelings so 16 times even that. the changeling announces her analysis before disposing of the liquid.

-takes a sip of my tea before I speak- Weird, the only thing that I know is anywhere near that strong in Wintreath, to my knowledge, is a few things that Defense, and to an extent the Hvitt Riddaral, has...even then it's under very tight security and I can't even touch it. I can see it, but not touch it. That is, assuming someone didn't bring it in from another region.

*hums while he polishes a bottle of whiskey*

I am not getting sued for this! I can not be held liable for others actions!!! I am just a small business owner, I cant afford to be sued, especially since the tavern is ran on zero profit...

How is a simple boy like me suppose to survive with people being drugged in my tavern?

I say he is just a light weight!

*Begins polishing the bar vigorously, rubbing off a layer of varnish...*

There is no Business regulations in place, so you are safe. Hell, technically you can kill someone and not get in any legal trouble.

Are you planning on killing someone?

-chuckles a little and sips my tea- You're not the first person to ask me that, the guy in charge of the poison I mentioned earlier said that too. -chuckles a bit more- I'm only joking. Although Wintermoot, you do know that I plan on being a lawyer here as well.

A lawyer? Why's that?

Dunno -sips the tea-

Hmm...so what are you going to do this slow evening, Chanku?

Dunno. -sips my tea some more- I'm just thinking, about some things.

I think I'm going to linger around the bar for awhile...maybe ride down to station, get a bottle of soda, go home...watch some television. That sounds like the plan for me.

* Wintermoot takes a sip of tea

After this I gotta go back to the Military Complex and work on some plans of mine. -finishes my tea and gets up to make some more-

But it's the weekend! The perfect time to relax and be lazy...or to take it slow for awhile. We all just rush rush rush all week...we should relax on the weekend.

We should have bar games!

Pengu wakes up some moments later sitting in a chair near the fireplace.

"Huh?  How did I get here?"

Pengu looks around the room a bit as it starts to come back to him.

"Oh right.  Some jerk slipped something in my ginger ale when I was in the restroom."  Pengu sighs as he warms his hands near the fire.  "I guess I'll just stick to water for the rest of the time."

Pengu's stomach begins to rumble as he lets out a second annoyed sigh.  "And now I'm hungry."

I wish it was that simple wintermoot. -chuckles a little-