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The drunk sailor stops his gagging and retching, and staggers out without another word.
The old lady starts talking as she scrubs away. "Oh, my husband started this place near 50 years ago, he's passed on now, been four years, two of my sons run the inn now, Malcon, thats the one in there now, Facob is the other, and Knele, my youngest, he's a sailor, the other boy died as an infant, broke my heart, but I was blessed to have three grow to adulthood, my sister Graffa lost two sons..." She drones on about family, you are having a hard time paying attention.
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