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The place was smokey and loud as usual. He had only stayed at the Inn two darkenings, but already he was getting a feel for the tavern area. Typical tavern, if not a bit rough for his taste. He sat alone in the corner by a window that looked out on the street in front of the tavern. Between bites of bread dipped in soup he looked out the dirty glass to see the passersby and occasional loiterer. That when he noticed the dark elf across the street.
He hadn't seen a dark elf before, which was probably why he was so drawn to staring. Elric could barely see the figure standing in the shadows, but that made him or her ever more intriguing. The elf seemed to be watching the tavern, maybe for someone to exit or come along not paying attention. Elric knew a fellow roguish type when he saw one. Elric sat back in his chair and sipped his ale, watching the whole scene (if any) unfold.
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