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The bar maiden's question was a trigger for his wretched memories to come and attack. Carver quickly downed the second drink, starting a fire in his throat which provided a welcome distraction from the memories. He thunked the glass back onto the table with force as he took a breath to put out the flames.

[color=8dc73f]"I'm Carver. Um, I'm from Maple Falls."[/color] Carver partially lied, naming his friend's village where he had been staying recently. He could feel the alcohol going to his head. [color=8dc73f]"Which... which village is this? Is there a map I could look at? Or do you know how to get to Maple Falls from here?"[/color]