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The Busted Mug. One of the finer inns of the city, where more half-races were allowed without much prejudice. If you could simply afford your drinks and room, the innkeep didn't mind you hanging around unless you broke a table or two. There was once a group of people who busted an entire door down after chopping a half-elf's head off. The place had to get new ownership after that since half of the inn burned. A few patrons gathered around the counter and tables, regaling in tales of their youth or gambling their hard earned cash away to the poker cheat. He always had a king. Alas, there's one person of intrigue here at the Busted Mug. At least, he was of some intrigue to the goblin that barged into the inn.

[color=007236]"Tobiash Shkinner! Ish Tobiash Shkinner in here anywhere?!"[/color]