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While Daar was calmly eating and lost in thought, all his companions had already left the tavern. Hostor left with some girl, and Lindeskar practically dragged Faelvir away from the table. There was no point in staying, especially since some kind of scuffle was starting, so Daar began to make his way through the crowd. He thought he saw Faelvir's face, but maybe it was just his imagination. As soon as the elf left the tavern, he noticed Lindeskar, who was nervously talking to some peasant. - Lindeskar, - Daar put his hand on his shoulder, - why did you run away so quickly? - and turned to the stranger, - Is there some trouble?