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Deiter's eyes studied the ground beneath them as they continued their way to the tavern. Of all the possible reasons for her sword to be gone, he certainly wasn't expecting that. "I see." Was all he could manage as they soon approached the tavern. Deiter left her to gather any personal belongings as they went inside. Here he was, once again in the only place he had been able to call home since he was a child, only to leave it again in a matter of minutes. The feeling was bitter sweet as he made his way through out the tavern, collecting things they would need on their journey to no apparent destination. Satisfied with what he gathered, he sat down in a chair by the window and looked up at the ceiling while he waited for her. His eyes soon found the boarded up hole he had made with his foot while trying to repair the roof. He shook his head ruefully.
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