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He had already found a seat at the bar, a few whistles and a hollar were not quite enough to catch the eye of the tender. All he wanted was an ale, to quench a thirsting tongue. He saw that the tender was busy with another guest, but impatience got the better of him.
"...good for nothing help..." he mumbled to himself as he walked nonchalantly behind the bar helping himself to a pint of the finest ale.
Paying no heed to the keep, he walked back to his seat, with no intention whatsoever to pay for his ale.
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