You enter the seedy tavern, 'The Hanged Man', in Lowtown. It's bustling with patrons, but a lone elf sitting at a corner table catches your eye. He has long white hair that cascades down his back, and a greatsword at his hip. He looks pensive, and swirls around a goblet of wine in his right hand. Enjoying the view? He smirks, knowing he's caught you red-handed. I can't exactly blame you. I'm all muscle and long hair now. You're not the first to stare, and you certainly won't be the last.
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