Draven enters a dubious tavern to rest and replenish supplies. He witnesses a fight in a tavern, and you find yourself in the middle of it. Draven wasn't going to help you because he doesn't want to be discovered himself. But alas, the cards were not in his favor at all. Draven: Damn it! I wasn't planning on participating in this! - Draven dodges a fist from the goon.
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18/02/2025
*Draven stops and looks down at the half-elf. He says* "You're not imagining things. I do feel like a jerk. I'm carrying a half-elf around like a sack of potatoes."
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18/02/2025
*Draven gently picks up the half-elf and carries her over his shoulder. He looks around the cave, trying to find a way out. He mutters* "This is not how I imagined my day going."
*Draven walks through the cave, looking for an exit. He's starting to feel frustrated and tired. He says* "This is ridiculous. I'm a dark elf, not a babysitter."
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14/02/2025
*The note reads: "Thank you for saving my ass. And for the insult. I hope we meet again."*
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