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At the North End of the Bar
The western wall is filled with an enormous bar made from a dark, exotic
wood. Despite the impossibility of it, the bar seems to have been crafted
from a single piece of wood. Row after row of liquor lines the rear of the
bar, the bottles perfectly aligned by type and age.
Lothorectred is sleeping here.
(Black Aura) Quevea is here.
(Black Aura) Vandryn is here.
A dark-skinned giant with a cleanly-shaven head, his face is buried in an
enormous orange beard. His simple leather clothes and apron do little to
cover the fact that the dense muscles covering his body are the result of
recent and on-going physical training. With a furrowed brow, he slowly
cleans a glass while a struggle against frustration plays out in his
expression. As he shifts his weight in attempt to guide his rag further
into the stein, you hear the faint sound of cracking glass.
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