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... Wager, hands casually tucked in his pockets, his practiced poker face firmly in place. The low hum of conversation mixed with the clink of coins, and the air was thick with smoke and the scent of ale. He approached one of the counters, leaning forward with an air of nonchalance.
"Do you offer loans?" Lucian asked confidently, his hands still resting on the counter.
The chip clerk, eyes closed and smiling as if it were second nature, gave a polite nod. "We do, sir. But we'll need ...
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