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Skye continued to play upon her elvish harp and sing, occasionally receiving a coin or two from the patrons of The Crying Pheonix, while she watched the comings and goings of the people.
"I thought you said you wanted to book a spot on a ship," a handsome elf, hidden beneath a silvery-blue cloak, grumbled.
"And that's exactly what I'm doing, I heard there's some people with decent ships who meet in this tavern. And this way I can earn some extra coin at the same time," the half-elf replied, still smiling at the half-listening patrons. Two characters caught her eye, one dressed like a swashbuckler, the other in whaleskin. "Now of those two don't own boats, then I'm an orc," she murmured, directing her companion's attention towards them.
"I'll keep an eye on them," he replied, eyeing the richly dressed man and company that just entered the building.
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