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With the owner's scream, Octavian's mouth drops open in pure shock, but he closes it before anybody sees. He gives a shaky laugh at Alex's statement. "Heuheh. Uhh. No complaints here, boss." He is currently wringing his hands and darting his eyes around. It's taking a lot of willpower to not...

Octavian shifts somewhat uncomfortably after the man wraps himself around him, but then shifts his focus to the door. "Well. That sounded like a monster, didn't it?" He chuckles a little, as a way to hide the sound of his fidgeting hands under the table. He's trying his best to hide his growing...

Octavian clears his throat leans over a little bit so the drunks can see him. "I'd just like you to know that your cousin is right. Personal experience. Heheh." He gives a crooked smirk.

Sitting in the corner, a downtrodden man balls his hands under the table. Treir? They've taken it? That's not far from here. Are they coming after you? Maybe. Do you still have your blackjack? Yes. Can you even believe that man? Of course you can. Every seemingly false rumor told in a bar is...