Wistrit
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To Horus's slight disappointment, the only (albeit quite large) tavern in the city was empty, as everywhere else, as most people had gone to admire the queen and participate in the festivities on the street. The tavern owner left his young daughter, who was bow-legged and VERY plump, to serve customers. When Horus entered, she was overjoyed, as he pleased her so much. She eagerly awaited his order.
- Good day, I'd like some beer and meat.
It would be good to find out the local gossip; I should chat about it with the tavern owner's daughter.
Tomorrow holds no promises
Except the ones we've made
Except the ones we've made