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"Yeah, I saw this place when I was scanning. I'm trying to convince him to let me renovate. Captain Aphael fell through the floor"

Odessa walks into the bar, having to duck down to fit through the door frame, she sees the conversations between the other patrons, and takes a seat somewhat close to the bartender. "Excuse me.. I'm trying to find an adventurer's questboard.. or something akin to that. Would you be able to help me?"

Query shrugs.
"Sorry ma'am, we couldn't afford that... Buuuutttt you can do the perilous, DANGEROUS quest of helping sweep these floors if you want some money!"

He crawled out of the hole he fell through

Odessa laughs, and shrugs, "Okay. I don't mind." She needed to make money after all. "Do you have a broom for me? Or maybe a rag for the tables as well?"

"I have told you before, Captain, that wooden floors cannot always support a fully armoured Astartes."

"I am used to our usual place of leisure, Brother-Lieutenant"

"Which has floorboards that can support the weight of a fully armoured Astartes, whereas this place…" *The floorboards suddenly collapse around Tolmeron, burying him up to his waist in the floor. "…very much doesn't."

He helped Tolmeron out of three hole "we've offered to rennovate. Free of charge"

Slipping through the entrance, a figure dressed in black enters the tavern. His tricorn hat dipped low above his brow, seemed to cast his face in an inky shadow, obscuring his identity to those who may know him. A cunning smile draws at the corners of his mouth as he maneuvers himself towards a back corner of the establishment. His interest is ale, the latest gossip, and perhaps a few pockets to pick. His fingers drum against the table's surface lightly, almost unable to keep them still as his eyes scan the room, analysing the patrons around him.

Patches takes a look at Farren.
"Hey man, serious rp bar is just down the multiversal road. You see, this is the parody bar."
Patches then turns to Query.
"And keep an eye on that guy. I know q thief when I see one. Takes one to know one, after all."