You walk into the darkened room and squint as you try to see the faces sitting around the table. There is the smell of some exotic spice that you cannot place. You take the seat closest to the door and clasp your hands on the worn wood table in front of you.
A fire sputters in the hearth to your right casting strange shadows over everyone. A small woman sits to your left, looking at you. She leans forward and speaks in a soft voice.
"Welcome to Draca Mor, wanderer. Keep your coin purse close and your back turned to the wall. Most of us can be trusted but you never can tell, can you?"
A fire sputters in the hearth to your right casting strange shadows over everyone. A small woman sits to your left, looking at you. She leans forward and speaks in a soft voice.
"Welcome to Draca Mor, wanderer. Keep your coin purse close and your back turned to the wall. Most of us can be trusted but you never can tell, can you?"
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