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| So yall stuck it out, huh? Well,
a'right then. Ah reckon that must mean yall are wantin' t' know some stuff. Thar's a
couple o' stories ah'd like t' tell, an' a few facts that most everbody seems t' ask, so
ah'll throw them in as we go along. Ah reckon the place t' start is here an' now,
since the past is done gone an' ain't likely t' come back with nothin' short of a miracle. 
Ah reckon y' done figgered out that
ah'm Dallas. Ah'm a demon, though most times folk don' realize it. Mah human form is 5'
10" and bout average weight fer that. Ain't seen a scale fer a while, so ah ain't
sure. Ah got two piercin's what show when ah ain't wearin' a shirt, an' a whole bunch that
don' show less'n yer invited t' see 'em. Ah tend t' stay in mah human form, less'n ah
needs to bust some heads or somethin'. Then ah either take on mah native demon form (ef
ah'm really irritated) or mah in-between form. Ef ah had t' say what the most importan'
thang t' remember bout me is, it'd be that yall jes don' wanna mess wit mah hat. Ah got it
broke in like ah want it, an ah'd hate t' have t' break ya fer somethin' foolhardy as
messin with it.

Ah own a little bar called the Bloody
Rose Spar N Bar off on the west side o' Rhydin, right thar near the UGC border. The sign
says Blood Rose, but that's cause the Y done fell off it years ago, an ah jes ain't
had the time t' climb up thar an' put a new one up. Y' kin see whar it was, so ah don'
think that's no big deal. Ah usually open the place up 'round 10 of a evenin' (eastern
time) though now an' again yall might find someone in thar at other times.
Now an' again things git kinda
rowdy at the Rose. Ah reckon it's on account o' the sparrin' ring. Or it might
be jes cause that's the way folks is. An' when Tuffy's
around, well, yall jes best not touch the jukebox. He's jes like that bulldog he got
tattooed on him...once't he gits hold of a thang, he ain't lettin' go. He'll fight ya all
night long an' then argue bout it till dusk the next night.
 
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