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Another waitress brought him a plate of soup, bread, a large piece of meat, and a large mug of fresh beer.
- Hey, - one of the local patrons sat down next to the Assyrian, - where did you come from?
The elf took a sip of the soup, chewed a piece of bread, washed it down with the local drink, which he didn't particularly like, and then pointed downwards. -From the dungeons. In the north.

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