Taking off his dark green cloak Burzdol walked to the bar counter. "A malt beer please," he said to the bar tender as he looked around. "Here you go," the bar tender said. The beautifully crafted mug hit his lips.
Ah, finally something familiar. Wait a minute, who's that dwarf over there. No he can't be, can he? Burzdol looked at the familiar face standing next to a man. Who could that be?
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"Kill them all for all I care. You just keep that bow away from me!"
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