The Bleeding Heart Inn was bustling tonight, low murmurs of brooding adventurers crowded the tables. It looked like most were well established groups. You see someone of interest by the bar, he stares long and thoughtfully into his drink. You think you recognise him as someone who has been to the RotGrove. He catches you looking at him, and he waves you over State your name, and your intent.
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13/10/2024