twenty.
I hear there's a tavern in Mictlan that got an extra shipment of ale from Camlann. Special brew, as a favour to me. It's going to be served tonight. Sweet-faced wenches are going to be pink-cheeked,smiling and ready to keep your tankards full.
And you know the finest voice in all of Zurvan's going to be here. But lay a wrong hand on her and I'll make you suffer like no one's ever known before.[gone]
Get your asses in my tavern.
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If I get drunk, please make sure I don't go to bed with someone I'll regret waking up next to. Please. You all love me, right?