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Oin Stealthanvil crept into the Inn just in time to see the scuffle ensue. How interestingly vague the action seemed to be, even though it was so real. Good thing that ruffian was knocked out, or that fight could have soured.
Sitting in a corner, he gathered his cloak about his sturdy frame. It was so hard to sit right in chairs made for humans.
It had been a long time since he had been here, and it still seemed like just a few weeks ago. He wondered if the Innkeeper still remembered him. Ah, she and that Ruthven were wonderful with memories. He couldn't place names on all of the people here. Amazing.
He went and got a small cup of mead, to soothe his throat. It was wonderful to be back.
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