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When Dorian Richard approached the city gates, he was greeted with interest by two guards. Judging by their faces, they hadn't seen a Djurani in a very long time, or perhaps never.
The other two people sitting at a table inside the city, a scribe and an artist, were also surprised.
- Name, father's name, place of origin, nationality, purpose of arrival in our city, weapons, potions, fruits, vegetables – do you have any? Wow! - exclaimed the scribe, looking up from his book.
- Yes, I only saw something like that in my childhood. He fought in our arena. Do you remember?
- Yes, I remember, I think his name was Ajaber.
- Yeah, he did some interesting things.

Added 4 minutes later

-Good day, my dear! You look great! Pour me something to drink, a weary traveler needs refreshment. What do you have here?

The girl didn't show that Kraylos smelled like an old dog; after all, she was used to the smell of alcohol and the other smells that customers of the Sharpened Peak brought with them.
- Thank you," the girl replied with a light smile. "Beer, ale, fortified wine, mead?"