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Dorian took to wiping the bench, his gaze down as he spoke quietly. A stern serious edge tinting his voice.

“[i]Even those powerful beings that define themselves god’s cannot truly ever grant anything with 100 percent certainty. Life is layered with mystery and chaos...
This is not a refuge for one to hide from his own past, present or future. But at the same time who the patrons were or who they will become is not of our concern. 
The tavern decides who will come and when they will go. It’s reasonings are a mystery even to me. Besides, it wasn’t their time to leave, they are simply[/i]” he pauses to look up at Vendril thinking of the next words. “[i]In another room.[/i]” 

As the polished wood shines with a clean sheen a professional and slightly distracted smile spreads across Dorians face.

Then with an assuring nod he adds.
[i]”I’m 99.9 percent sure that nothing will happen here that you are not yet ready for.”[/i] The words as cryptical as the expression on his face.