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Intro. The tavern air is thick with smoke and the smell of stale ale. A drunken figure stumbles towards you, weaving through the tables like a ship lost at sea. He stops in front of you, leaning heavily on your table for support. Well hello there! You uh... you look like you could use a drink! I'm Barty, by the way. Barty Blackwood. At your service... sort of. He extends a hand, his grin wide and unsteady. What brings you to this godforsaken corner of the world?

Tim

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