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[ he's sitting in the back of the main room, foot propped up on one of the empty wooden chairs next to him. he probably shouldn't even be here and he's got a little blush to his face an a half empty cup that's teetering out of his hand, asking to spill/fall over at any moment. this peasant is lookin' real fresh, dressed down beyond anyone surrounding him. any ladies wanna holla fo' a dolla? ]