Jabidas strolls around the town watching its inhabitants go through the motions in the fading sunlight, he finally moves back into the tavern unconcerned he sits in the tavern drinking the coolish beer at an old wooden table while next to the counter two bulky farmers half kick to death some sharp trader who didnt realise the law didnt carry far out here. The elf watchs with casual detachment, waiting to get to the mages shop. Jabidas gets up again, carries his drink outside where the sun is setting giving everything a soft orange tint and goes to walk in the nearby woods.
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