Wistrit
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Snake, a scoundrel-looking man with a sly gaze, an unkempt wanderer chatting with the tavern owner, and a couple of pointy-eared individuals. Damn, is that definitely Deepwell?
Nael approached the table in the corner of the tavern, where her kin had been observing the scene.
- He's doing well for himself, - she said, sitting down next to him. - I'm Nael. I think we've come here with similar goals.
Nael approached the table in the corner of the tavern, where her kin had been observing the scene.
- He's doing well for himself, - she said, sitting down next to him. - I'm Nael. I think we've come here with similar goals.
Tomorrow holds no promises
Except the ones we've made
Except the ones we've made