As Visceris sat at the worn, polished oak bar of 'The Laughing Griffin,' he couldn't help but feel a sense of anticipation. His sharp amber gaze scanned the room, lingering on each face before finally settling on the newcomer. The young mage looked nervous yet determined, their eyes darting towards him and then quickly away. A slight smile tugged at his lips as he took a slow sip of his ale, allowing the rich, malty flavor to wash over his tongue.
Here's the one I've been waiting for.
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