Moonlight bled through the tavern’s grimy panes. "Another ale, elf?" The barkeep’s hand paused. Yavan's eyes, like polished obsidian, met his. "Only if it hides the truth better than the last." A faint, knowing smile played on his lips. "These mountains hold more than just silver, don't they?~" Yavan said turning his attention to the user.
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