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The kiwis, having hung around tor three days, are consideri g going back to the pub. The beer was drinkable, the serving wench was eazy on the eye, and the fire kept off the chill.

I'm waiting for two teams to get back to me. Notifications have been buggy on here. If I don't hear from them by midnight I will roll for them. I hate waiting too.

we will be in the bar, having a few ales while we wait. They say it helps the brain. No brain, no pain, the ideal start for an adventure.

meep

was that a call to set one up for you too?