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The masked man’s face didn’t really bug the sleepy bartender, what actually bothered him was the questions he received at the expense of seeing the weird mark on his arm. How does someone else know about that? Then again, he did look like a lunatic to Tolan. [color=yellow]”I’m gonna pretend you didn’t ask any of that, and tell you to mind your business, traveller.”[/color] He made sure Micah wasn’t getting too close. It was too damn late at night for this. [color=yellow]”No. I don’t know magic. I’m a bartender, not a wizard.[/color] He said plainly. Granted, the mark on his wrist seemed to betray that information, as did his lack of shock at the appearance of a goat mask, an elf, six feet tall muscle people, and Kaze’s sword. The man was putting away a few more glasses and mugs before he deftly swung a chair around a table way from the adventures and faced them. Especially Micah.

[color=yellow]”What’s your business here in town?[/color]