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Pursuit of the Sun 1.2

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There isn't much free space in the tavern, and Sandar and Hargon only have a couple of options:
-- sit with the shady characters who seem to be competing in a drinking contest
-- squeeze in by the wall, where the visiting soldiers are gathered.
Feeling a certain cultural and migratory connection, Hargon heads towards the other newcomers.
—Greetings, gentlemen.

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