*a finely crafted wooden sign can be seen at Kampo's today*

Dear customers,

today we shall serve no alcohol.

The two young and hard working brothers Cliff and Richard died yesterday in a poinless fight while they only were doing their job packing a ship with goods. To honor and remember them, there will be no alcohol or celebration today.

We appologize for the inconvenience and will be back to regular business tomorrow.

Kampo

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**Parchment is pinned below the original text on the sign**

And here I thought alcohol and mourning goes hand in hand.

- Eddie

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Mercadier - *sleeps six feet under the warm sands of Khem*
Alex - Life is adventure or nothing!
Eddie - Sex, drugs and rock'n... more sex.
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Obsidian (inactive)

*the pinned note is removed, the sign remains*

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A large man in bloodied red armor snorts.

And here I was going to toast in their name..

*Parchment added*

Due to the unfortunate events that led to the loss of brothers Cliff and Richard, I too will not be selling Divine Wands this day. If you have any questions feel free to ask me in person I will offer all I know about this sad event.

Always at your service!
Mr. Gold

A red-haired dwarf enters Kampo's, offering a short nod to whoever was present, but not paying them much heed. He walks towards the counter, and addresses the owner in hushed tones.

- Stinky affair with the brothers... But we talk later eh? Nae a moment fer trade jus' now, methinks. In the while, if I could have a bottle o' each o' your regular products ta see whut yer customers be used ta, it helps me a lot...*and gives Kampo's a goodly sized leather bag*

*the fact that the dwarf carries his personal skin and drinks only from it evidences he wants to take the bottles with him intact, and for purposes other than drinking*

*Either he manages to get the samples or not, he offers another nod and grunts a farewell to Kampo*

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I play:
Frums Deedone, the Green Child
Balrig Sootkiln, Blood and Vellum

Kampo nods to the dwarf.

"Some of my stock is in barrels. Leave me the bag and pick it tomorrow, then I will have it filled with a bottle of each. But some I first need to fill into bottles first for transport."

Should the dwarf agree to that, the filled bag is ready for pick-up the next morning.

Either way, the next morning the finely crafted wooden sign is gone and everything is back to regular business.

Only a small golden sign now reminds of what happned. The hand-sized sign is attached to the wodden wall and has been carefully engraved by a goldsmith with the words: "In honor and memory of Cliff and Richard."

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