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Helian nodded and then pointed a thumb to his chest.

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The old crone just seemed intent on his eyes. She raised her drink to her lips and they pursed like a sphincter as they went to work on the brim, sipping the liquid out from the cup.

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Outside Garran stood practically alone in the darkening streets of Kvatch. Night came fast in these months and so the shadows of the buildings in the east rose to meet him across the way.

As he enjoyed his root beet he could see a group of bald men approach. They looked almost identical were it not for the differences in height and millage on the face. The majority of the group made up of nine was on the younger side though. Incidentally they seemed to be the most angry.