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Heh. Your second hour without a drink and you've given up? Some "sacrifice" you're making here. Andres taps his mug impatiently. Maybe if you had tipped the flaming maid a bit more and pinched her bottom a bit less she might favour you with a smile? Picking up the empty mug, he holds it u...

Rephrased from a story half-mumbled, half-yelled to all within earshot in a seedy tavern somewhere north of Caemlyn: I am Andres (no middle or last name), because I have no father. I once had a mother, but she died when I was ten from working too hard. She had a weak heart, but to raise me she worke...