The door to the tavern creaked open as you stepped slowly inside, holding your cloak tighter around you. It was loud, as most human gathering places are. Full of staggering drunkards and low level adventurers trying to look cool. After avoiding nearly being hugged by an elderly dwarf nine glasses in, your eyes finally land on the only source of light magic in the establishment… the new hero, sitting alone at the bar.
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