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The door opens an inch, and a single eye peers in. The place looks deserted.
The door opens further, and a head pops up beside it. His face is shadowed by the darkness of night, but the shape of a beard hints at dwarvish ancestry.
Finding the bar almost entirely empty, Krak shuffles back in and gets himself a room for the night. Yesterday was definately not a good day for slaying.
OOC: Anyone interested in keeping this thread alive?
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