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... of the inn, the morning sun spilling through the tall windows in golden slants. The scent of fresh bread mingled with the sharper aroma of fried eggs and sausages, but it did little to improve Nasser’s mood.
"I still can’t believe Matthias thought we’d tolerate sleeping behind a workshop," Nasser muttered, jabbing his fork into a boiled potato like it had personally offended him. "The soot, the smoke, the rats. I’m a merchant, not a blacksmith’s apprentice."
Kasmer chuckled.
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