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One of the shadow imps appeared before Vendril as it did the others, only this one soon vanished after a short moment without speaking and in a manner reverse of its entrance. No, for this guest, Dorian the well kept bartender would greet himself.
He walked over casually, his boots clicking on the wooden floor, his eyes kind yet serious studying the newcomer. A small yet polite nod offered his greeting before speaking.

[i]”Welcome, hope your travels were well. How may I assist you today? Food? Beverage? Accomodation?”[/i]