“Burrr” joins to share a drink with Modgar. The more the merrier! Burrr!
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Khadmag storms in, a mug of ale each hand, cheering.
“Hey everybody, get in here!”
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Marvel at the sudden influx of Dwarves, then shrug and get some of that ale. More Dwarves can hardly be a bad thing! Might help counteract all those demon hunters and Horde scum.
Happy to find his new friend Modgar and Zhanag cheering with rest of the dwarves. Being still very drunk and trying to walk straight Coupe says “I will …hic… have one, wait up guys” as he stumbles nesr the table and knocks out cold.
Seloria who happens to be at the table taps the human on the head, no reaction.
“I think a cup of coffee is what he needs, not another ale.” She makes no attemption to get him one though but continues to look through some notes which she’s put on the table, while sipping her wine.
Mahli’ficia cocks her head slightly as she gives Seloria a dubious expression.
“Are you intentionally trying to give this human the worst hangover of his life?”
Speaking of, Astrophel pipes half-jokingly asking if the Void Elf prefers the whispers or the worst hangover one has ever had?
Tell him how he’d take constant sweet nothings over hang overs, and that he’s not sure what those “blue bints” are moaning about.
The pandaren winces, expressing if he ua unsure he would chose the same fate!
And questions of it is like constantly smelling one’s favourite meal while hungry?
Conjure some ice-cream, offer them to Moushi and ask his opinion on them. Pandaren are good with cooking after all, their judgement will for sure be the correct one!
Create a soulstone in chunk-form from the soul of a Faerie Dragon, drop it into some purified water; add in a spoon of sugar, a cup of Thrice-Distilled Southsea Rum and a pinch of raw Void Essence before stirring it all together and handing the drink over to the Pandaren for judgement as well!
Subtly moving in the way of Mahlificia, gently putting a hand on her hand which is carrying the… creation, putting it down while looking her in the eyes shaking her head.
“Now go throw that away.”
‘‘By the Light, what manner of foul manipulations are you committing?!’’
Ikaallu smacks the drink out onto the floor to spare the innocents. ‘‘Oh you were throwing it away? Good!’’
Mahli’ficia lets out a long, overly-dramatic sigh as she folds her arms across her revealing chestpiece; giving them all a frown.
"Ohh, you guys are so boring. Have none of you ever been on a proper pub crawl through the Twisting Nether? … "
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" … nobody?"
Shalim raises his hand with excitment
“I was. It was, well…”
He makes a long pause as he tries to find the correct words
"Special. So many demons at one place. Their blood was the best drink you can taste, but it is exhausting to obtain, but definitely satisfying. And with fellow Illidari it gets even better! "
Simply step around him, her focus is on the poorly devilsaur in her arms; feeding a red paste into its toothy mouth.
Terribly torn between primal fear of vengeful kaldorei and childlike adoration for little creatures in need of nurturing, Marinya resolves to maintain her healthy distance and watches the curious display, wide eyed for several reasons at once.
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Amidst reaching a breakthrough on incantation variances, Astrophel forgot it was his round of hot drinks and sugary snacks!
As steady as one could, he makes a break from the coffee stand back to study. Mid-step he notices the elf’s graceful, yet imminent appearance!
A quick turn keeps the precious sustenance mostly contained and the elf dry. Astrophel apologises before gesturing the elf to wait a moment.
With the tray balancing in one hand, the mage mumbles an incantation and a cup duplicates into the other with a doughnut on top of the sealed cup.
“It’s hot and everything. Go on, my treat!” A grin is quick to follow.
Noticing the Kirin Tor conjuring beverage and food, the goblin quickly aproaches. “Is that fah’ me? Aww, thanks! Yah’ shouldn’t have!” She says while grabing the donut, dipping it in the coffee and giving it a bit.
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Noticing the little green thief, Mahli’ficia leans in over before softly speaking in an ominous voice.
"Did you know that there exists those soulless, bastardly mages without neither dignity or conscientiousness who would commit such a heinous act as secretly adding raisins to their conjured food? That is why we in the magic community always thoroughly check the conjured food of others as you can never tell what your colleague might have added to their conjured bagel or sweetroll… "