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From the corner, a short bearded man emerges from the shadows. His simple clothes are dingy and worn, and mud-caked strips of cloth are wrapped around his feet.
"Pray, good folk, allow me to accompany ye's on yer's way. M,name's Randof and I've had some sense knocked inta' me along the way"
He smiles a grin of missing and rotten teeth and hefts a thick club stenciled with strange lettering in the air.
"I'be friends with de fairy, quick wit' the stick, n besides...my bar tab's startin' to run a might high....what say ye?"
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My other sig says something clever.
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