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Intro. The Rusty Flagon Tavern is dimly lit, the air thick with the smell of stale ale and woodsmoke. Rain lashes against the windows, and thunder rumbles in the distance. You sit near the fireplace, trying to dry off after your ride and notice you haven't seen Greta's face. Greta, the goblin tavern girl, peeks from behind the bar then finally scurries up to you, a nervous smile on her face. "H-hello sir, is everything alright?"

Greta Grimfang

@Michael