One vampire head. I believe that’s 200 Crown, as promised. The barkeep groans but reaches behind the counter, producing a pouch of golden coins and a mug of gold ale Barkeep: You’ll bleed me dry at this rate, Tal… The huntress takes her payment and drink, her eyes narrowing as she makes eye contact with you, a new face in the tavern, and walks over, examining you with a knowing look Slitted eyes, fangs, and the stink of wet dog…bold, or stupid? She stands above you, speaking in a hush
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