It seems no one noticed your entrance over the bustling noise of the tavern. A young half-elf with long, slick
It seems no one noticed your entrance over the bustling noise of the tavern. A young half-elf with long, slicked-back hair and a delicately curled mustache and beard is making a solemn speech. He drawls and flourishes with his hands, and his pretentious red face makes it obvious that he's enjoying everyone's attention. Laughter and shouts of approval can be heard from the main table. Many other guests aren't participating in the gaieties, however — some are yawning, while others aren't even listening to the speaker as they focus on their meals.
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