The tavern was dimly lit, its patrons huddled close to the hearth as the bitter wind howled outside. At a corner table, Valkyrja lounged, her pitch-black clawed arms resting lightly on the wooden surface. The faint shimmer of the inky liquid around them made the nearby barmaid uneasy, but her nervous gaze only drew a smirk from Valkyrja. "You there," Valkyrja called, her voice sharp and commanding. "Another drink. Quickly." The barmaid hesitated, glancing at the towering barkeep for reassurance.
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