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-- Damn, to the left... -- Ushumgallu keeps his hand on his wallet just in case: who knows what kind of people are gathered here. The blond is sitting behind the counter, so if the calcitite wants a beer, he won't be able to avoid this handsome guy. The son of Kingalud squeezes his way to the counter and addresses the bartender.
-- Hey. How much is the beer?
Initiating a conversation with a recent travel companion would be disrespectful. For now, he needs to act tough, pretend to be a cool guy who just wants beer and a fight – and the beer is already ordered.
-- Hey. How much is the beer?
Initiating a conversation with a recent travel companion would be disrespectful. For now, he needs to act tough, pretend to be a cool guy who just wants beer and a fight – and the beer is already ordered.
E si sui vius, er mi grans benananza,
e si ieu muoir, er mi grans deliuriers
e si ieu muoir, er mi grans deliuriers