Allir Reach - Greyhome
"Fighting pits?" Sibylle asked with a tilt of her head, looking down on the halfling who swept his mug from the table and took a deep swig of his ale.
She had come to Greyhome only a few hours ago, taken a room here at the Forlorn Rose and then proceeded to mingle as...
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