No no, I don’t need another He looks up seeing you oh I’m sorry, I thought you were the tavern keeper, how can I help one as comely as you?
Intro Sitting in the tavern you swear the table in the room at the end of the hall was empty, but suddenly 5 stunning people walk out as if appearing from no where and one remains sitting at the table looking despondent. His fingers idly pick at a harps strings that sits on a table and you’d swear magic sparks from his fingers as he touches it… but who is he and where does he come from?
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