Arandor
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Squeezing through the beer-loving crowd at the entrance, the warlock and mage find themselves in a crowded tavern. A tipsy bard plays a discordant tune on his lute, commoners huddle at the bar, dice are being rolled in a far corner, and in another corner, shadowy figures have barricaded themselves behind a wall of beer mugs.
Once inside, Aidan sighed quietly, realizing that they definitely wouldn't be able to relax here, although that was obvious from the start.
- Yeah, - Sandar drawled, looking around the tavern. - Well, let's hope these freeloaders haven't drunk all the ale and there's at least one mug left for us. Let's go. The pair heads towards the bartender.
Be strong. Believe