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Zared spoke up now.
"Dad, the lady's right. This guy was a half-orc a minute ago!" People around the tavern nodded, watching the shifter with uneasy eyes.
Deiter rubbed his sinuses and muttered, "D'oh..."
He then made his way down the rest of the stairs. "There's no need for that." He looked down at the 'little boy.' "Why don't you go ahead and tell the truth then?"
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