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"Another." The word was said barely above a whisper, but the force behind it left little room for argument from the bartender, even if the man had noticed this was the man's fourth drink. And this man was a Dreadlord, the last thing he needed was some drunk Dreadlord destroying his bar. It had...

(This is going to be a multi part chronicle. I plan on doing continuations for it, but don't feel obligated to do all of them if you join this one!) "Papa!" The little lizard kin ran up eagerly and hugged Ye'svonne's leg tight. The alchemist pet the spines atop the childs head and leaned down...