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Markul
A man walked into the bar named the One-Eyed Wolf, and took a seat alone at a table. He waited for an attendant to see to his wishes, and then lazily surveyed the room and the people found within. He was an average-looking guy..not one that would draw attention with his looks, and seemed to be of common-folk standing.
He had the air of the sea with him, which betrayed his route in coming here, for the docks were but a carriage ride away of about 20 minutes, and a ship had been docked in the harbor for less than an hour from the Western countries. Yet Markul did not have the appearance nor the accent of a Westernese. In fact...it proved difficult for anyone that had been taking survey of him when he entered of exactly where he was from. He just seemed to be a normal guy of no consequence nor bother to anybody. He smiled politely at the waitress as she brought him a huge meal that seemed a bit more costly than this man looked like he would have the ability to pay for. Yet this did not hinder his appetite, and he began eating with a surprising vigor.
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