"Maker's breath, what is taking him so long?"
Alistair grumbled as he pushed the door open, the hood over his head blocking his vision from seeing exactly where he was entering. All he cared about was getting out of the rain and into the warm inn, find his friend and then drag him out again by the hair if he had to.
As soon as he pushed the hood
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"This is brand new," he mumbled to himself before remembering his manners. "Erm... I am Alistair... It is nice to meet you... YT?"
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"Talaerion! Where in the Maker's name are we?" he asked while stepping up next to him, still looking around with a nervous glance. "This is... Not like any other bar I've ever been in?"
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"Just no giggling, I hate it when you giggle when I undress."
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Hm. It seemed another person from Thedas had arrived. Fascinating.
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At first, he wondered if it was a mistake, that the tray was for someone else, but as the waitrat remained, he got a look of utter joy and satisfaction on his face. "Who sent it," he asked, smiling warmly. "I would like to thank this most generous person."
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