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Berilac
Berilac’s eyes went wide as Will swung open the door. ‘By the One!’ thought the Ranger as the man, with sword in hand, entered the room. Was there no end to the armed men from the north? Take care of one,’ he thought, ‘and another pops up.’ Berilac strode toward the man, motioning his bowman to cover him.
‘Sir,’ he began, hoping this one was more reasonable than the others. ‘Put your weapons on the table to your left, if you will. Then, sit over there, in that chair, with your hands on your knees,’ he said, indicating one of the chairs near the table.
As he waited for the man to comply, he asked Telien to take some of his men and repair the gap in the north end of the hedge. As the Big Folk left, he turned back to Soran. ‘My name is Berilac. And this is Andreth, the Innkeeper of The Prancing Pony.
‘Tell us your name. And please, tell me why you’ve come.’
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