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The usual innkeep is not interested in having a brooding black-armored patron frightening his guests, so at every tavern around Telon there is a dark booth reserved for me, should I perchance visit it. Nearly invisible in the gloom I enjoy watching the merry folks thinking that life is good to them (or at least not so bad). I know it better, but they will only realize the tru7h when they are finally confronted with their doom.
Oh well, I hear the silent clangor of battle somewhere. I have to go.
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