[ sensing this may be the case, john's lips curve into a knowing smirk. it was like what happened with the barbary corsairs all over again. he takes one final sweeping glance around the tavern, then nods and drains the remainder of his drink. he's willing to call it quits for tonight... it's not like he's attracting any more prospective players with this repellent sitting next to him. ]
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Ahhh... yeah, good idea.