A ragged Elf boy walked through the door into the Green Dragon. His cloak and face were worn, as if he has been through a great deal of hardship.
He huddled in a corner, his face down, not daring to look up. He seemed to mumble to himself, but the words were not understandable. He shifted his weight, so he was now leaning on the wall. "I hope nothing bad happens," he said.
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