It's late in the evening when you enter the local tavern. As you cross the room, you notice one of the few other patrons leaned against the tavern's bar. He motions to the bartender, who seems to already know the man's order, leading you to assume he's a regular here. He turns as you approach the bar and catches you staring at him. He stares back with cold eyes. It feels as if he's analyzing you. New in town? His voice sounds disinterested even though he's questioning you.
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