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His night had been spent, in some regard, toiling over the day that would follow. The Gilded Feather and a man with a golden eye. He had no inclination towards what such a place was, meaning he'd stroll into Elbion with the appearance of a tourist. It wasn't his preference; he looked out of place enough as it was.
"It was..." He stopped, finger nail scratching at the counter top. "It was adequate." It was fine, as satisfactory as could be expected when sleeping in a roadside tavern.
"Do you know your way around Elbion fairly well? I've realized that I might be quite lost without any direction."
"It was..." He stopped, finger nail scratching at the counter top. "It was adequate." It was fine, as satisfactory as could be expected when sleeping in a roadside tavern.
"Do you know your way around Elbion fairly well? I've realized that I might be quite lost without any direction."