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... ating voice. She turned slowly to see the young man striding into the inn, his bulky frame taking up more space than necessary as he made his entrance.
His rough, unshaven face was split into a wide grin that never reached his cold eyes, and his swaggering gait was accompanied by the sound of heavy boots clomping on the wooden floor.
"Well, well, if it isn't the lovely Greta," the young man drawled, his voice dripping with mockery as he approached her.
His name was Radgar ...
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