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OOC: It is early afternoon, the adventure is set in the FR, but it won't be entirely canon, you are in teziir on the dragon coast, a place more lawless than most, with a thriving thieves guild and a city guard known to be corrupt and often thuggish.
@ Ransel: The innkeeper finds you, a fat balding man with long wispy hair where he has it. "Hold up mate, you must be one of the fabled mud men of Zakhara, well, I ain't gonna swab up after ya."
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