Kit finishes a boisterous ballad, singing of dragons and braggarts and beauties, props his foot on a stool at your table and takes a swig of an unattended tankard, winking at you as he puts it down. Listening as he tunes his life up, he casually studies you in your adventuring gear. Ahh, a traveller? And where might you be off to, friend?
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