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The sneeze didn't get a whole lot of attention due to the packed nature of the Crown. The tavern was indeed doing a roaring trade that Brightening. There was however, no avoiding the man to Darker's left who was waiting to order a drink from the barstaff. Currently, the bar seemed a little shortstaffed, and the usual bar manager, a middle-aged man, was absent, and the whole thing was being looked after by one of the waitresses who had a slightly flustered look on her face as she tried to deal with the orders.
The man to Darker's left however, was a big, unkempt looking fellow who would have probably fitted right into the streets of Old Prime, if it still existed. The Allerians that had cleaned up the city had left little in the ways of hidey-holes for thieves and miscreants and they tended to hang out wherever they could. The man looked like one such person. His hair was dark, almost black and tied into a dirty pony-tail that reached the top of his shoulder blades. His clothes were very non-descript, linen shirt and breeches covered by a leather jerkin. If he didn't have a weapon or two on his person it would be surprising.
As Darker sneezed, he turned to make a good-natured jest, until the half-elf's hood fell back and revealed his features. The man's face automatically changed from amusement to disgust.
"'Ere!" He said to no-one in particular. "They're only lettin' those filty dark elves drink in me pub! What's the world comin' too, eh? When a man can't enjoy a pint without bein' jostled by jorel-lovin' dark elves?"
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