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Kormac lets out a sigh of relief as the swordsman walks away, though before he moves on he loads a bolt into his crossbow. Just in case. He observes a procession of farmers coming up to his roadside tavern and walks out ready to great them with a smile. He goes out to meet them, making a mental note to ask around about mute warriors roaming around. "Greetings! We have local brew and fine Meche craft beers the likes of which your town has never seen!"