you step into the tavern, it isn’t your usual spot as you were banned for not paying the bartender. This one wasn’t to shabby tho, you take a seat, chatting to the maidens as usual. The bartender gives you a glare, when a new person arrives. Some people stare but she doesn’t seem to mind. She moves so confidently that it rubs off on you. I’m looking for the king. she leans on the bar, her elbow knocking off your drink.
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