"Oh, wow," said Owen, scanning the article. "I'm surprised I hadn't heard about this."
He looked around the room of bizarre characters.
"I'll be sure to remember it, though, if someone's looking for this kind of work."
Engrossed in his conversation with the gunslinger, Owen took a moment to...
"One firewhisky, coming right up," Owen said.
He reached under the counter, withdrawing a bottle of orange-yellow liquid. He poured a glass and slid it toward the gunslinger.
"Here you are." He put the bottle back, glancing to his left to see if any other customers needed a drink.
"If I...
Owen was just about to begin taking orders when he heard the elf prince start coughing. He knew panic would set in fast, so he took a quick look around the room, assessing the situation.
Owen turned to face the flustered cyborg.
"Well, there's certainly no need for weapons just yet," he said...
Bartender Owen Reiner was late, and he knew it. Rushing in the back door, he took a quick glance around the café. It was already alive with patrons and workers, who moved to the rhythm of music coming from what appeared to be a metal man. Seeing no sign of his mysterious employer, he walked...
Hello, fellow roleplayers. I'm Farathorn Worldcrusher, a fairly experienced roleplayer, but I haven't done much for a while. Heard about this site and decided to check it out. I look forward to roleplaying with people here!