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Caber knew something was wrong as he approached his favorite bar. The door was open but the usual buzz of conversation from the patrons was absent. The place smelled of steel and blood, it reeked of cold iron. Several range rovers, old and battered were carelessly parked across loading zones. A keen eye picked out rifle racks in the back, empty as the sockets of so many skulls.


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Describe Caber's favorite bar.
You owe the barkeep a debt - create this NPC
You are owed a debt by someone in mortality, create this NPC or hold for later.
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