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Business is good as usual, in the tavern. Mistral motions Larry and Kaz to the bar counter and speaks to the bartender ~ "Give me your best ale, my good man!" ~
~"That'll cost you 100 gp. Will ye take it?!" ~ he looks suspiciously at the group ~ Mistral nods and he clunks a mug in front of her. She downs it in 5 seconds ~ "Have you seen some half-elf loitering around here? Not bad-looking, a taciturn sort..." ~ she looks at him expectantly ~
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