Wistrit
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First, Nel decided to visit the "Dried Dragon" tavern. She wanted to have a drink and also learn more about the newcomers.
With a light kick, she opened the door and sat down at a small table by the window.
"Hey, barkeep! A mug of beer, please."
She looked around. It seemed that a rather... unusual group had gathered here.
Tomorrow holds no promises
Except the ones we've made
Except the ones we've made