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"Drinks anyone?", DJG shouts out, throwing Imixil across the bar to serve people. Luckily Imixil can speak comman and Dwarven. DJG serves the drinks to all the Dwarven patrons, and then addresses the fellow elves in the bar.
"Anything special for my fellow race today?". DJG then awaits a reply, practising swordsmanship with his Blade of Roses and Equiliser.
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