A greasy-looking Halfling enters the tavern...

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A greasy-looking Halfling enters the tavern...he orders mutton and leeks, and a tankard of ale almost as large as he is and sits down to enjoy his meal. Occasionally, he glances around and smiles at the other patrons. ((He is missing several teeth.))

cant: *scratches nose* <i>Any guilders here?</i> ((Send me a private message.))