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"This ale tastes like troll shit." The grumbling half-elf couldn't help himself from griping over at the dwarf seated beside him between swigs from his flask, peering at the wagons that were gathering at the gates of Osteriam from his spot on the steps leading up to the Hag's Head Tavern. It...

Vel Anir was a strange place during the day. Hoards of people gathered to buy fruits and vegetables and whatever else it was people were selling at their little stalls just to make enough money to feed their families for another day. What an unfortunate life, fighting for your next meal like a...