A few seconds later, an Argonian enters the bar, looking somehwat confused, but nontheless cheerful. He is dressed in a blue robe and a large gondolier's hat, and is carrying a large glowing silver hammer, all items shimmering with enchantment. He then, very openly, takes a seat in the most well lit spot at the bar, sets his hammer close beside him, and orders up a shot of cryodilic brandy. He bolts it down, and then turns to look at the people in the bar around him.
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STOP THE PRESS! lol, i'm really really sorry, i read the rules 'n' sech jsut after i posted, so, this will ONLY go on if ya'll give the OK, sorry if i seemed a little, uh, rude...