Join Dorbane, Valda and Dagan for a drink #104

Patrons rush past you, over to the wounded man. You almost swagger to the booth, overly proud of yourself.
Dorbane is already laughing quietly.
“Did you kick those poor boys down the stairs?” he asks with feigned concern.
“Who, me?” you ask, feigning innocence.
Dagan is swaying in his seat, intoxicated and confused.
Valda just shakes her head in disgust. “That’s the public education system for you. Who knew orphanage life would, in fact, teach you something important.”
“Oh?’ asks the dwarf.
You grin. “Survival in close quarters.”

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