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originally posted in:The Roleplay League
9/19/2015 11:17:50 PM
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With that the warlock stood, walking over to the bar as he greeted the exo behind the oak table top.
"Scotch and the usual please"
He converses with the bot, an ex marine model that was almost decommissioned after the collapse. He takes the two glasses back to the table, one holding the scotch and the other holding a strait whiskey.
"So miss.. Why is there a fallen walking around the tower speaking perfect English?.."
English
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Xander's eyes look up to the guardian that approached them, setting his glass on the hard wood table. "I asked the same thing myself in the tower.. My presumption is that she was drawn more to the light then the dark.."
