**Along the Ascaill na Duilleoga ag Titim, near the Geata na Bláthanna, sits what is undoubtedly one of Greevan's most popular institutions, the tavern and inn known as the Whiskey Kiss. Housed inside the expansive grounds of what was in years past the ceremonial home of Greevan's Lord Sheriff, its public spaces are warm and accommodating, all dark polished wood and tobacco haze.
Greevanites of all races mill around the tables and bars of the establishment, creating a dull roar which occasionally erupts into loud cheers when a particularly daring feat of alcoholism is performed. Though most of the city's elves prefer more local and neighborhood institutions, the Kiss is still the best place to go for inside information about what is going on in the city. Its proprietor is Ike, a relaxed and well-to-do Greevanite often found, in his words, "with a pipe in one hand, and a cause for a smile in the other."**
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Sing lustily and with good courage.
Be aware of singing as if you were half dead,
or half asleep:
but lift your voice with strength.
Be no more afraid of your voice now,
nor more ashamed of its being heard,
than when you sang the songs of Satan.
Corvus slips into the crowded bar, avoiding eye contact with any other elves that happen to be there. He makes his way to the bar and waves down the tender. "You know a man named William Addelson?"
**The elf behind the counter stopped polishing the glass he was holding, and turned toward Corvus.**
Bartender - "The really loud guy? He has a private room upstairs--up the stairs, third door on your left."
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Sing lustily and with good courage.
Be aware of singing as if you were half dead,
or half asleep:
but lift your voice with strength.
Be no more afraid of your voice now,
nor more ashamed of its being heard,
than when you sang the songs of Satan.
**The drink was delivered to him in an impeccably clean crystal glass.**
Bartender - "You wouldn't believe how much money we made during the siege, actually. Even locals turned up."
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Sing lustily and with good courage.
Be aware of singing as if you were half dead,
or half asleep:
but lift your voice with strength.
Be no more afraid of your voice now,
nor more ashamed of its being heard,
than when you sang the songs of Satan.
**The bartender grinned and glanced over at Corvus.**
Bartender - "That guy just asked me the same thing. Upstairs, private room. Third door on the left."
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Sing lustily and with good courage.
Be aware of singing as if you were half dead,
or half asleep:
but lift your voice with strength.
Be no more afraid of your voice now,
nor more ashamed of its being heard,
than when you sang the songs of Satan.
Corvus waits for the bartender to move on before replying. "I usually steer clear of elven gathering places; as one of your... Persuasion could probably understand."
**At that, a number of nearby patrons raised their mugs in noisy agreement.**
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Sing lustily and with good courage.
Be aware of singing as if you were half dead,
or half asleep:
but lift your voice with strength.
Be no more afraid of your voice now,
nor more ashamed of its being heard,
than when you sang the songs of Satan.
**Even before they opened the door, they could hear the booming voice of a man, talking excitedly. The room was relatively simply decorated; a large wooden table, a number of chairs around it, a simple tapestry of a boar hunt on the wall. On the far end of the room, near the window, sat a tall, muscular man in bright golden armor, boastfully narrating the story of a dragon hunt to the only other figure in the room, a tall, uncomfortable-looking man smoking a foul cigarillo.**
Adelson - "...and then we realized, this wasn't a dragon at all!"
Powell - "...yes, yes."
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Sing lustily and with good courage.
Be aware of singing as if you were half dead,
or half asleep:
but lift your voice with strength.
Be no more afraid of your voice now,
nor more ashamed of its being heard,
than when you sang the songs of Satan.
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Greevanites of all races mill around the tables and bars of the establishment, creating a dull roar which occasionally erupts into loud cheers when a particularly daring feat of alcoholism is performed. Though most of the city's elves prefer more local and neighborhood institutions, the Kiss is still the best place to go for inside information about what is going on in the city. Its proprietor is Ike, a relaxed and well-to-do Greevanite often found, in his words, "with a pipe in one hand, and a cause for a smile in the other."**
Be aware of singing as if you were half dead,
or half asleep:
but lift your voice with strength.
Be no more afraid of your voice now,
nor more ashamed of its being heard,
than when you sang the songs of Satan.
Go ahead and run, you'll only die tired.
Those who might never meet are pooled together
Bartender - "The really loud guy? He has a private room upstairs--up the stairs, third door on your left."
Be aware of singing as if you were half dead,
or half asleep:
but lift your voice with strength.
Be no more afraid of your voice now,
nor more ashamed of its being heard,
than when you sang the songs of Satan.
Leef- "Glad to see the city open. Has business picked up?"
Behold, the power of :symu:!
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Bartender - "You wouldn't believe how much money we made during the siege, actually. Even locals turned up."
Be aware of singing as if you were half dead,
or half asleep:
but lift your voice with strength.
Be no more afraid of your voice now,
nor more ashamed of its being heard,
than when you sang the songs of Satan.
**He takes a drink.**
Behold, the power of :symu:!
Ask Me About:
The Epic World
You'll Be Glad You Did
Not That There's Anything Wrong With That
Bartender - "That guy just asked me the same thing. Upstairs, private room. Third door on the left."
Be aware of singing as if you were half dead,
or half asleep:
but lift your voice with strength.
Be no more afraid of your voice now,
nor more ashamed of its being heard,
than when you sang the songs of Satan.
**He turns on his chair towards Corvus.**
Leef- "I've never been far down South. You?"
**Takes another few gulps.**
Behold, the power of :symu:!
Ask Me About:
The Epic World
You'll Be Glad You Did
Not That There's Anything Wrong With That
Go ahead and run, you'll only die tired.
Those who might never meet are pooled together
Gamble - "Is Greevan always this hot? Is this why I never come here?"
Go ahead and run, you'll only die tired.
Those who might never meet are pooled together
Gamble - "Gamble Highgrove."
**He chugs his drink.**
Leef- "Leef."
Behold, the power of :symu:!
Ask Me About:
The Epic World
You'll Be Glad You Did
Not That There's Anything Wrong With That
Be aware of singing as if you were half dead,
or half asleep:
but lift your voice with strength.
Be no more afraid of your voice now,
nor more ashamed of its being heard,
than when you sang the songs of Satan.
Behold, the power of :symu:!
Ask Me About:
The Epic World
You'll Be Glad You Did
Not That There's Anything Wrong With That
Go ahead and run, you'll only die tired.
Those who might never meet are pooled together
Gamble - "Money, I suppose? Bars are expensive to build."
mind? Might I suggest Pitcher Perfect?"
Behold, the power of :symu:!
Ask Me About:
The Epic World
You'll Be Glad You Did
Not That There's Anything Wrong With That
Go ahead and run, you'll only die tired.
Those who might never meet are pooled together
Behold, the power of :symu:!
Ask Me About:
The Epic World
You'll Be Glad You Did
Not That There's Anything Wrong With That
Adelson - "...and then we realized, this wasn't a dragon at all!"
Powell - "...yes, yes."
Be aware of singing as if you were half dead,
or half asleep:
but lift your voice with strength.
Be no more afraid of your voice now,
nor more ashamed of its being heard,
than when you sang the songs of Satan.