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[indent][indent][indent][color=gray][sub][right][color=black][b]Location:[/b][/color] The Laughing Worg Tavern, The City-State of Thorinn, Aetheria[/right][/sub][/color]
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[color=896f40]“Don’t worry about it.  A little yelling doesn't bother me much.”[/color] The middle-aged bartender laughed, as he set down a plate of flatcakes in front of Alja.

[color=896f40]“Y'know, I used to be an adventurer. Might not be from another world, but I did the jobs. I know the weight, what it means to have a close call with death and everything feeling different. Still remember when Arie dragged me out of the dungeon with what was left of our group.”[/color] The denizen smirked wide as he ran his rightmost hand through the wayfarer's hair, like a father scuffing a child's mane to cut the tension. It was patronizing. Probably. Rael would've certainly punched him in the throat, but Alja was not Rael.

His eyes went over to the matron of the tavern, whom had kept the whole thing from falling apart at times. It felt like yesterday when the two of them were just trying to solve the pandemic of dungeons and monsters across the world. It must’ve been two years before the wayfarers showed up when they opened up the Worg. The wayfarers, in part, had helped the success of the tavern. Turned it into a hub in Thorinn. He was grateful for that. Over the last few weeks he had heard things that he couldn’t quite make sense of, but if there was one thing he knew it was adventuring and the stress that came with it.

[color=896f40]“You lot, seems like you lost that feeling of invincibility. I know it sounds dumb, but you just gotta keep going.”[/color] His eyes moved from wayfarer group to wayfarer group within his sight range. [color=896f40]“Adventurers are an essential commodity, like air or water. Without it, you just can’t.”[/color]



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