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... d Tankard was less of a pub and more of a cavernous dining hall carved directly into a stalactite. It was the kind of place where a salad cost more than a peasant’s house and the ale had a higher alcohol percentage than medical disinfectant.
"This meat is... chewy," Gareth complained, sawing at a slab of roasted reptilian steak.
"It’s Rock-Drake," I muttered, stabbing a fork into my potatoes. "You’re supposed to let the acidity of the sauce break it down. You’re eating it like ...
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