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Vacationing
It had been so long since he had stepped foot in the place that it seemed completely different. It was different, though it had been eras since he had been in Prime, he at least knew it was never this large or exquisite.
Smiling Pirvan entered into the foyer, his eyes gazing about taking in the sights. He made his way over to the table, and wrote down a name in the ledger for an ordinary room, he didn't plan on staying in an Inn for his entire stay in Prime. It was too busy, too much eyes, too much ears, but then again that was all of Prime. The activity hub of Telath.
Anything and anyone could be found in this city, ranging from the most holy priest to deadliest cutthroat. It's where Pirvan had made his start, where the Jaded Claw had been born and so many other things that had been born here.
Shifting the weight of the saddle bags on his shoulder, he made his way into the Crown Tavern. Looking around he headed for the first empty table he saw. On his way over he stopped a waitress and ordered the house special and a glass of their finest wine. Setting the saddles bags down as he reached the table, he removed a parchment, a small ink vial and a quill from them.
Immediately he started writing some letters, a bit of explanations to some important people that might want some answers...
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