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... rers, prostitutes, and touting goods from unknown sources businessman.

If you can endure the terrible atmosphere and vulgar slang here, this is a good place to have fun, with cheap ale, exposed maids and enough food to fill your belly, you are here for a whole night of wine It won't take a few coppers-you can even whistle as much as you want without worrying that the guards will catch you in the dungeon for one night.

But Freya couldn't help but feel a little timid when approaching ...

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