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Vehil watched the angry dwarf leave. He smelled the ale on the dwarf's breath and was thankful no one had been hurt. Vehil moved his hands away from his knives and allowed himself to relax, if only for the moment. Since the confrontation, a new elf had come in calling for a room for her wounded sister.
Well, I better go see if there is anything I can do to help. Vehil moved toward the window where the elf was standing. He hated talking to girls, he had always been bad at it. Still, Vehil took a deep breath and introduced himself to elf maid.
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