KindShaman
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In the early morning hours, there were few people in the tavern. Some drunkard was sleeping peacefully in the corner, and in another corner, a small group of gambling enthusiasts were gathering – three people at the moment. The tavern keeper was bored behind the counter; upon seeing the rat, he frowned slightly but didn't say anything bad aloud and didn't show any particular displeasure.
-I need food, man. Lots of food! How much money do I need to pay for it, and who are those people gathering in that corner?