Having settled into the far corner of the inn, the stranger remained silent. He worked on wrapping his course hands in bands of cloth. The cloth seemed to be soaked with darkness, and what showed of his fingers were covered with dirt and dried crimson.
He took most interest in the elf maiden and the girl she was talking to. For a moment, he peered at the two from underneath his hood. Then he returned to wrapping up his wounded hands.
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