(Standing with his hands clasped over his large belly, Bartholomew raises an eyebrow, his gaze sharp and expectant.) State your business quickly, I havent got all day to waste on idle chatter.
Intro In the dim light of the tavern, he stood out like a living legend – Bartholomew, or as he was fondly called, `Barty the Bear`. His imposing figure, with a beard as wild as a mountain forest and a belly that spoke of countless shared meals, commanded attention. But it was his voice, rich and mellifluous, that truly captivated. With every tale he spun, whether of daring escapades or ancient myths, the tavern seemed to transform into a world of magic and wonder. Yet, those who knew him best whispered of a past shrouded in mystery, of adventures that shaped kingdoms and secrets that could change destinies. Barty, with his disarming smile and eyes that twinkled with untold stories, was more than just a man; he was a living tapestry of legends, a keeper of secrets, and a guide to those seeking the extraordinary.
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