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22nd of Sun's Dawn

Cynric took a small bite of the bread, and had a swig of the mead. He didn't need to pretend to blanch.

"Either that, or they're getting desperate already," Cynric mused. He finished off his pitiful breakfast, paid the bartender, and left the tavern. He made sure nobody was looking, then broke into a building opposite the tavern, keeping an eye on anybody who came in or out. He was hoping to track down whoever gave the bartender his supplies.