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"Let me guess, looking fer Jaryn? Yer the second drow this week looking fer him. Folk here ain't likely ta talk much ta ya, cuz they're afraid of the cult, tell ya what, if ya don't mind the smell, yer friends can stay in my barn, only cost ya a gold piece each. If them's agree-able to ya, I'll tell ya more over dinner" the man says, missing more teeth than he has, but he seems harmless
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