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Post by The Smith on Aug 15, 2012 20:59:30 GMT -5
"The barkeep has some bottles that the Lord gave him, but he is going to want a lot like an arm... or leg." the man said.
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Post by The Stranger on Aug 15, 2012 21:00:14 GMT -5
Finn "hmmed" to himself, "I donno. Maybe if they're a really good vintage. Know what year they are?"
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Post by The Smith on Aug 15, 2012 21:04:13 GMT -5
"No idea. Some were good... I think." the man replied.
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Post by The Stranger on Aug 15, 2012 21:08:43 GMT -5
Finn nodded, and stood, wobbling slightly, "Alright then, Lemme talk to this barkeep fellow," he said, tipping an imaginary cap to the Redwynes as he approached the bar.
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Post by The Smith on Aug 15, 2012 21:14:34 GMT -5
The man behind the bar looked at Finn, and his face fell instantly. "Yes sir?"
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Post by The Stranger on Aug 15, 2012 21:20:04 GMT -5
"Was told you had some good wines special from Lord Redwyne," Finn said, leaning forward conspiratorial, "that you were might sell? Looking for a 20-year old bottle."
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Post by The Smith on Aug 15, 2012 21:24:26 GMT -5
"I am sorry. There is none of that in our stocks." The bar keep said.
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Post by The Stranger on Aug 15, 2012 21:29:05 GMT -5
Finn frowned, "Why not? Where'd it all go?"
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Post by The Smith on Aug 15, 2012 21:35:30 GMT -5
"We never had any of stock that age. I had one from fifteen once..." The barkeep shook his head, "Would you like some of our eight year reserves."
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Post by The Stranger on Aug 16, 2012 9:47:43 GMT -5
Finn did his best to look disappointed, "Nay, it's alright," He said. As he turned, he bit his lip in thought. So much for that He thought to himself.
He departed shortly after.
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