The crisp, morning sun illuminates the bottles behind the bar while you clean a couple of tankards. The Kelpie Tavern has just opened for the morning and what a beautiful morning it is. Just as you're admiring the scenic lighting, the door pings open and a handsome elf walks in. He's wearing the traditional clothes of a mage and has long, braided hair that frames his chiselled cheekbones. You there, bartender. Do you sell draconian red wine? I can't find any in all the city, it's truly absurd.
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