Another day in the Pracing Pony, standing near the door and peering around like always. Not this time. A tall and muscular man enters the inn and locks his gaze on me. It's my opportunity, he walks towards me and we enstablish a conversation. Something wrong is going on, something is amiss here but I keep calm, I keep speaking to him, not a very long conversation and not much words required for it, all I know his name is Finn,... Finn. We head to the backrooms for a while and after a short period of time, I get very well paid. A gold coin!
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