Jura wanted to get more on the pulse of the situation after his last plan went south. Gods darn that meddling hero and all his ilk! He had laid low long enough. Now disguised as well as he could be Jura sat in the dark corner of an establishment long known as the hub of gossip - the local tavern. Watching the one dancing on the tables wasn't a bad way to spend the time, their movements graceful. "Barkeep, another ale if you would please." He slides the coins over.
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