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+>TM 4\r
+>LS 2\r
+>PS ON\r
+>PL60\r
+>SM6\r
+>CP ON\r
+>FO OFF\r
+>------L-----------------------!---------------------------R\r
+ \ 5ä319\ 5ä \r
+\r
+ \r
+ Guided by your companions, you make your way through \r\8a the darkening streets of Ghol-Tabras and arrive at \r\8a the entrance to the Flying Fish Tavern. The inn is \r\8a filled with the captains and crews of many of the \r\8a vessels that are moored down in the harbour. They are \r\8a a raucous crowd, yet their noise quietens to barely a \r\8a whisper the moment you and your companions step \r\8a through the door.\r
+\r
+ Slowly you approach the bar, trying your best to \r\8a ignore the dark mutterings that are passing among the \r\8a hard-faced sailors. The innkeeper glares at you. It \r\8a is as if he is daring you to ask him for service. You \r\8a swallow hard and ask if he knows of anyone who would \r\8a be interested in buying some copper.\r
+ \r
+ "Hey, listen up," he shouts to the others, "This \r\8a infidel wants to sell some copper!"\r
+\r
+ The crowded inn erupts with laughter. Now grinning \r\8a innanely, the innkeeper fixes you with his piggy eyes \r\8a and asks: "An' just what is it you've got to sell \r\8a then, eh? Your father's old spit-pot maybe? Bah! \r\8a Begone y'scabs. We don't serve the likes o'you no \r\8a more. I'm the new owner of this fine establishment \r\8a and we don't want your kind here!" \r
+\r
+\r
+ If you wish to attempt to buy some ale in the hope \r\8a that it will appease this boarish innkeeper, turn \r
+ to \ 5â108\ 5â\r
+\r
+ If you decide that you are wasting precious time \r\8a here, you can leave the inn by turning to \ 5â249\ 5â\r
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