IC: Garit watched as the outlaws ran out of the bar. Taking a breath of releif, he sat back up and decided it was time to finish up his cider. Gulping it down, he remembered the whole reason why he had come in here was to get something to eat. Setting down the empty tankard, he wondered if this bar even had any food at all. Part of him wanted to just ask, while the other part wanted to remain silent. The part that wanted to ask won. Wondering how to put it, he asked "Does this place sell food or is just drinks?"
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Congratulations, Oddey, on winning FC's fanfiction competition two years running! You are clearly the man to beat!
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