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	"So, still want to get drinks?"
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	"Yep"
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	"Let's go!" He says and continues walking towards the bar
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	[b]He follows again, playing with the safety of a revolver[/b]
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	"I hear something clicking." He says, glancing over his shoulder
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	"Just a safety"
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	"Good. Let's get booze!"
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	"Indeed!" [b]He pulls the trigger a couple of times[/b]
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	"I'm assuming your not going to kill yourself?"
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	"It's empty"
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	"Ok." He says, and enters the linge
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	[b]He keeps fiddling with the gun[/b]
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	[b][i]They sit down, and Jakob orders some rum.[/i][/b]
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	[b]He still fiddles with the gun[/b]
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	[b][i]He downs the bottle, and orders another[/i][/b]
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	[b]He keeps fiddling with the gun[/b] "I-I'll take a bourbon"
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	[b][i]A waiter brings you a bottle, and Jakob continues drinking his.[/i][/b] "So, what do you do? Are you a scout?"
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	"Engineer" [b]He takes a chug and continues to fiddle with the gun[/b]
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	"Well, I'm a scout. Good thing your still alive then. Going to need people to make sure our weapons work."
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	"Uhuh...." [b]He fiddles with the gun again[/b] "And done!"
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	"What? Fixed it?" He says, and readies something under the table. He kept his blowpipe, along with all his other stuff, from Corra, and got a few sleep darts made.
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	"You can stop that"
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	"Not for you." He says, and holsters it again. "Or at least not now."
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	"Alright" [b]He pulls out the revolver and says what he did with it[/b]
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	"Nice."
 
										 
					 
		    