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| - You are skimming over the waves into a port. On the pier next to you, a slender man in hunter's leathers, and carrying no weapons but a shield, disembarks off a sloop. He scans the area, and his eyes stop and focus on a nearby inn. Propped against the inn, and rising taller than its roof, is something that, if it were smaller, would be called a sword. The slender man strides to the inn without pause.
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| - You are skimming over the waves into a port. On the pier next to you, a slender man in hunter's leathers, and carrying no weapons but a shield, disembarks off a sloop. He scans the area, and his eyes stop and focus on a nearby inn. Propped against the inn, and rising taller than its roof, is something that, if it were smaller, would be called a sword. The slender man strides to the inn without pause. Inside the inn, slouched on a bench lying along a wall, stretches the largest goliath you've seen; the bench is barely long enough. Seated across the table from this goliath, dwarfed by his size, are 5 xeph scouts. The scouts are tense, and you can see them visibly flinch as the man with the shield strides up to the table. He briefly greets them, and asks a single question. He seems a little surprised to actually receive an answer. But after no more than a heartbeat, he pulls a chair over, motions for a bar maid, and begins listening to what are apparently going to be extended tales.
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