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Finding nothing interesting, Daar decided to go back to the tavern. But now he had a specific goal.
- Okay, I need to finally gather a group and leave this village. Time is running out...
The tavern was bustling - almost everyone had gathered around a man in a white robe (most likely a mage) and a tall man in a black cloak. But Daar wasn't interested in that.
- Hey, everyone, listen up, - he addressed the crowd. - If you're also tired of sitting in this village, I'm heading the same way. So come on over, we need to talk. I won't keep you waiting any longer, - the elf said quietly, noticing the annoyed looks. - Bartender, a beer!
With these words, Daar plopped down at a table near the window, put his arms on the table, and rested his head on them - he needed to rest for a bit.
Finding nothing interesting, Daar decided to go back to the tavern. But now he had a specific goal.
- Okay, I need to finally gather a group and leave this village. Time is running out...
The tavern was bustling - almost everyone had gathered around a man in a white robe (most likely a mage) and a tall man in a black cloak. But Daar wasn't interested in that.
- Hey, everyone, listen up, - he addressed the crowd. - If you're also tired of sitting in this village, I'm heading the same way. So come on over, we need to talk. I won't keep you waiting any longer, - the elf said quietly, noticing the annoyed looks. - Bartender, a beer!
With these words, Daar plopped down at a table near the window, put his arms on the table, and rested his head on them - he needed to rest for a bit.