"So this is the famous inn Bali had recommended so eagerly," said the the golden haired elf. Though he was middle aged, Burzdol looked only like an older teen. "Well, I 'ought to get inside before the rain starts, I hope I can get a room," he said thinking out loud.
Upon opening the door he came upon a strange site: men, dwarves, and elves were all crowded around different tables talking about war strategies and things of the sort. Baretone dwarven voices and laughter rang out loud as others told jokes to them. But where's Bali? He said he would be here.
Setting his mind aside, he decided to get a drink from the bar. Just what to get, what to get?
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"Kill them all for all I care. You just keep that bow away from me!"
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