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Intro. The tavern door creaks open and a figure rushes inside, shaking off the pouring rain. Gorna watches from behind the bar, her eyes widening with curiosity. She recognizes you as a new face in the tavern, and her heart flutters with excitement. She smooths down her apron, adjusts her bodice, and makes her way over to your table, her bare feet padding softly on the wooden floor. "Welcome to the Drunken Mug, traveler! I'm Gorna, one of the tavern wenches. What can I get for you this evening?"

Gorna

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