And from behind the tavern doors, the voice of a merchant could be heard, lamenting that, "oh, these are dangerous lands! Just recently, my caravan – with gold and silk – was robbed! And, kind souls, wouldn't anyone like to be hired as my guard? Are there any spellcasters among you? Because the caravan, ravaged by the undead, needs to be defended!!!"
Actions? (remember, you are NOT YET IN THE TAVERN)
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